That big fellow with us isn't our regular scoutmaster.
"Anyway, Dorry is crazy to have a motorcycle and you can bet he'll have
more fun with it if he has to wait for it, won't he? Anyway, I wish you'd
tell me what you came up this way for. I won't tell any of the follows if
you don't want me to."
"Oh," he said, "they might as well all have a good laugh. And I don't want
you to think that I'm grouching about hard luck, either. We'll land right
side up-scouts mostly do. The woods are free, thank goodness. All that's
troubling us is that when Mr. Jennis went away he gave us a spread and
presented each one of us with a scout knife and we'd like to return the
compliment, that's all. We'd like to show him how much we think of him. I
had a crazy notion we'd all go down to New York and meet him and give him
something or other when the transport arrives. Happy dreams. I guess all
we'll give him is the scout salute. But we'll come out right side up yet,
even if we have to sweep up the streets in Newburgh. Principal trouble
with us is that we're a lot of dreamers; I guess I'm the worst of the lot.
Not much money in adventures.
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