Skipper, as yer see, got over his sickness.

It's my belief that them fellers fed him poisoned meat or something." "I shouldn't wonder," remarked Rob dryly.

"It would be quite in their line." "By the way," exclaimed the old man suddenly, "a queer thing happened the other day.

Skipper had been a-skirmishin' round the other side uv the island after rabbits and critters, and he brought home this-- Wait a minute and I'll show it to yer." After some fumbling in his pocket, the old man produced a torn strip of yellow material with a brass button attached to it.
"I wonder where that come from," he remarked, as he handed the fragment to Rob for his inspection.
"Why, it's khaki," exclaimed Rob, as he felt it.

"And, by hokey!" he ejaculated the next instant, "it's a piece of a Boy Scout uniform!" Old Skipper was jumping about in great excitement, and endeavoring to sniff the bit of torn material as Rob examined it, and a sudden idea struck the boy.
"I wonder if Skipper could pilot us to where he found this bit of material." "Are you sure it's a bit of uniform ?" asked Tubby doubtfully.
"Certain of it.