He goes on crutches. How would you like to be him?
Anyway, don't you fellows get discouraged."
"Don't worry," he said; "first it was hard, but now we've come to like it.
You can get a lot of fun out of hard luck. And all we need is time, I
suppose. This winter we're all going to work on Saturdays. Trouble is that
isn't going to help us give our scoutmaster a _welcome home_. We've done
more crazy things this summer trying to get a little money together! I
guess it would have been better if we'd all knuckled down to jobs. But I
wanted these poor kids to get a taste of scouting. Too late now, anyway.
Why if I told you why we hiked up to Elm Center, you'd just laugh in my
face. You'd say we were crazy. But we've had a good time anyway."
I said, "One thing sure, everything will come out all right and it's better
to go on a hike and camping and all that in the summer than to be working
in the city. One of those fellows ahead of us is named Dorry Benton and
he's kind of--not exactly poor, but--Anyway, he's crazy to get a motorcycle
and he was going to stay home and work this summer, but Mr. Ellsworth (he's
our scoutmaster) told him no, that it was better for him to go up to Temple
Camp.
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