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ALL SORTS OF CARAVANNERS 143through the aperture from a distance of twentyfeet. (You are allowed twelve stones and you geta penny a time for each one that goes through.)On the whole I hold my own with him, thoughhe has the better of me sometimes in skippingflat pebbles over the surface of a lake. But therewas one occasion when I was routed. We werejumping a broad ditch in the dark on a crosscountrywalk. I am a far better jumper than heis : I won a medal for jumping at school : I hadit on my watch-chain at the time. However, hecleared it somehow and I came a fearful cropper.He pulled me tenderly out of the mud, and as soonas I had reached the bank," Give me that medal," he said sternly. AndI felt that the claim was just .I should not wonderif he has it still, for I handed it over without aword.He had been with us for a week on the march toJohn o' Groats and had helped to pilot SIEGLINDAup Borgie Brae, for he has a way of turning upwhen there is a big thing on. But I think thehappiest moments that he spent upon thejourney were at our camp in the Tummel Valley,which offered him special facilities for his favouritesport of tubbing in the open air. For some reasonhe despises a tub inside a tent, and if there are no