In an agony Davy followed his glance, but no help was in sight--save an approaching trolley, and that probably wouldn’t stop. Oh, if only some one _would_ come, or if he were only bigger, or had a magic sling like that David of old! But no, all unarmed he must meet _his_ giant Goliath. Was ever a true scout up against heavier odds? Then, in his dire need, he seemed to hear Cousin Fred’s voice again, “_A scout has the courage ... to stand up for the right ... against the threats of enemies ... and defeat does not down him_.”