thought I was straight all the time! It was that more than anything else that made me want to come clean."
The Superintendent smiled grimly: "Don't you think for a minute he didn't know all about you. You see he lay behind a rock and listened to a little conversation you had with Brek Wiley while you were quartering those last three moose."
"Now, what do you think of that!" gasped the astounded Peters, as the full significance of the boy's course dawned upon him.
"He—he's a great kid," he added thoughtfully as he turned toward the door.
"Yes," answered the officer commanding B Division, "he's a great kid, and we're going to miss him around here—a great kid. And, by the way, Peters, your enlistment papers are ready—if you want them."
THE END.
