Then I heard a voice shout, "You're crazy!" and I knew it was the
fellows jollying Pee-wee Harris and they were talking about a hole in
the boat, because that was the roof I saw. So then I knew I was coming
out into Dutch Creek right where it passes Little Valley.

Oh, boy! Wasn't I excited? Pretty soon I could see the boat and some of
the fellows on it working away, sawing and hammering and jollying each
other, the way the fellows in our troop are always doing. You can see
by the map just how I got to where they were. I guess I must have been
as near as fifty feet before Connie Bennett threw down his hammer and
shouted. "Look who's here!"

Westy Martin was sitting on the edge of the deck dangling his feet and
eating a sandwich. Well, you ought to have seen them all stare.

"What in the dickens do you call this?" Wig Weigand hollered.

But I didn't say a word till I got right close to them, then I gave
Westy a good swat with my reed paddle.

"I am Weetonka, the famous Indian chief!", I shouted, "and I haven't
had anything to eat since eight o'clock. Give me that sandwich or I'll
scalp you!"




CHAPTER VIII

RESOPEKITWAFTENLY