When he fixed the
camouflage for us so we could watch a chipmunk, I knew he was a good
fixer. He said he learned how in France. He fixed the chimney on the
cooking shack, too. That fellow could fix anything.
But a scoutmaster isn't so easy to fix. Lots of times I tried to fix it
with Mr. Ellsworth and I just couldn't. He'd make me think that I wanted
to do his way. He's awful funny, he can just make you think that there's
more fun doing things his way. And I was trembling in my shoes-I mean I
was trembling in my bare feet-for fear Harry Donnelle wouldn't be able to
fix it with him. But that fellow could fix it with the sun to shine-that's
what Mr. Burroughs said.
Pretty soon he came strolling down to the spring-board where a lot of us
were having a dip in the lake.
"All right," he said, "how about you?"
"Did you fix it?" I asked him.
"All cut and dried," he said; "are you ready for the big adventure?"
That afternoon we had a special troop meeting, to find out how the
fellows felt about splitting the troop for the journey home. Because you
see our three patrols always hung together.
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