In the fire we made near Orange Lake just before we hit Newburgh, we saw a
soldier in a kind of a restaurant where there were a lot of sailors and we
saw them take something away from him. But that's always the way it is with
camp-fires. Mostly we saw the old soldier.
Harry Donnelle always laughed about it and said the camp-fire was a regular
art gallery and he guessed he'd give that unlucky two hundred dollars to an
orphan asylum, or to the widows and orphans of the poor garage keepers or
to the destitute Standard Oil Company. So it got to be a kind of a joke,
and that's the way it was till the whole thing was solved. And I'm going to
tell you all about it, too, but I can't bother now, because I have to tell
you about our hike and the crazy thing that happened next day.
CHAPTER XVII
APPALLING! WONDERFUL! MAGNIFICENT!
Anyway, there was one person we never saw in the camp-fire blaze and that
was Mr. Costello. If we had, we wouldn't have seen the blaze. He was so big
that he would have filled the whole fire. Harry Donnelle said he could even
have blown a camp-fire out if he wanted to-even the big one at Temple Camp.
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