At last, however--although it seemed that it would never come--the eventful Monday arrived, as eventful days of all kinds have a habit of doing; and the Eagle Patrol, spick and span and shining from tan boots to campaign hats, fell in line behind the band.

Proudly they paraded up the street, with their green and black Eagle Patrol sign fluttering gallantly in the van.
The "reviewing stand" was the post-office steps, around which most of the citizens of Hampton and the proud parents and relatives of the young scouts were assembled.
Plenty of applause greeted them, as, in response to Rob's orders, given in the sharp, military manner, they drew up in line and gave the Boy Scout's salute.

This done, the young scouts went through a smart drill with the staffs they carried.

Then, after saluting once more, and being warmly complimented on their appearance by the field secretary, they marched off to the wharf where they were to embark for their camp.
The day before Merritt, Hiram Nelson, Paul Perkins and the three "tender feet"-- Martin Green, Walter Lonsdale and Joe Digby--had been told off by Rob as on "pioneer service"; that is to say, that they had gone down to the island in the Flying Fish.

Arrived there, they selected a good spot for the camp, aided by Commodore Wingate's and Captain Hudgins' suggestions, and set up the tents and made the other necessary preparations.