Especially I felt sorry for them, because our troop has about everything
and that's mostly the way it is with all the troops that go to Temple Camp.
Anyway, we made up some pretty good late eats and after that we got a good
big fire started and all sat around it. Brent lay on his back near the
blaze and had his knees drawn up and was looking up at the sky. That's just
the way he lay all the while he was telling us about his patrol and why
they came up that way. It seemed as if he thought it was all just a big
joke, but I could see he thought a good deal about scouting and about those
fellows. I had to laugh at him, but I liked him a lot just the same. He was
kind of happy-go-lucky, I could see that. Harry Donnelle liked him, that
was sure. I guess it was because he was kind of happy-go-lucky, too.
"Buried treasure is all right," that's what he said, "and so are missing
people, and people lost in the woods and all that; and liberal rewards are
very nifty. But if you're after fifty or so buckarinos, the best thing is
driving a grocery wagon or selling the Saturday Evening Post on street
corners.
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