Well, it did.

When presently, after that first onslaught of the gallant followers of the hero knight, the motion-picture players were seen to be “resting up” between acts, and those who had been injured in the fracas were being attended to, a shout arose.

“Hey! what’s this I see?” yelled a boy’s strident voice.  “Right there along with all them knights and ladies there’s a Boy Scout helping take care of the fellows knocked out in that scrap.  And, say, it’s our own Arthur Cameron, would you believe it?”

“And there’s Hugh!  Yes, and look at our Billy Worth strutting around there as big as life.  Oh, you Billy, it takes, you to get in, the limelight every time!”

All sorts of shouts were rising in different parts of the hall as the audience discovered the well-known lads belonging to their own town.  Most of them began to understand now why those fellows had persisted in keeping so mute.  Evidently they must have known that this wonderful picture was coming in time to be shown at the benefit performance.

Everybody was eagerly waiting to see what followed.  When the wall fell there was a series of low exclamations of horror, for they were intelligent enough to realize that this had not been a part of the real programme, and also that the chances were some of the unfortunates must have been severely injured.

Then came the picture revealing how the five scouts sprang forward and assisted in the work of rescuing those caught by the falling rocks; also how Arthur, as might be expected, did his part in taking care of the injured.  How proud many of those present felt at seeing the manly way in which Hugh and his comrades rose to the occasion, and did their calling great credit.

A tense stillness followed those loud cheers, for, an announcement had been displayed relating how, owing to a shift of the wind, the fire had spread, causing a sudden evacuation of the forces battling in the passages and rooms of the castle; and also how through some misfortune the lovely heroine was really and truly caught up there in that lonely tower room, hemmed in by the cruel flames.

Then, as the startling scene moved on, the five hundred eager spectators saw Hugh lead his fellow scouts to the rescue—–­watched three of them vanish through that gaping window, to appear a little later on the roof, followed with strained eyes their furious attack on the roof of the tower, and finally saw them lower the lady in safety to the ground, where Billy and Arthur, and many of the motion-picture players, waited to receive them.

And last but not least, just as the scene closed, the three scouts were discovered sliding swiftly down the rope past the hungry tongues of fire.

The triumph of the scouts was complete.  Men shouted, boys shrilled, and women laughed and cried and kissed each other.  Never before had such excitement taken possession of an audience in Oakvale.  How proud it made them to realize that their local organization was being advertised all over the broad land, yes, even in other foreign lands as well, it might be, so that Oakvale would soon become famous because of its scout troop.