Gee whiz, I hope he doesn't. But, oh boy, he'd make a
dandy _what-is-it_.
When we got to camp there was a peachy big fire and they were all sitting
around it. Brent Gaylong was lying on his back, same way as he always did,
with his knees up.
"Move up and give us a chance here," Harry said; "we're tired." And he
squeezed right in between little Willie Wide-awake and another one of those
kids. "Regular sewing circle, huh?" he said. "Well, Bill old top, what did
you see in the blaze?"
"He's been seein' things," Brent said, kind of laughing.
"Get out--_no_," Harry said.
"I saw a transport," Willie Wide-awake said; "that long log looked like a
transport. Then it crackled and I didn't see it any more."
Harry said, "Torpedoed, I guess. Didn't see anything of that scoutmaster of
yours, did you?"
"I looked, but I didn't see him," Willie said.
"Down in the cabin eating his dinner, probably," Harry said. "Chuck on a
couple more logs, Westy old boy."
"He saw a meeting-shack, too," Gaylong said.
"It was just like real," the kid piped up.
"That point on the blaze made the roof. You can see things better if you
half shut your eyes.
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