"Got the key?" Fido asked.

"Do you suppose I'd come away without it?"

"Pull a little on your left. I can just make out the shed. There
isn't,--yes there is, there's just one light in the town."

"That's Algernon Kirkendall studying his algebra," said Nick.

"It's just in line with the shed. Row straight for the light and we'll
hit the shore just right. I'll lift this seat and steer with it.
Crinkums, it's dark on the water, isn't it?"

So the algebra was of some use in the world after all; Algernon
Kirkendall was a scout without knowing it.

"S.N.[1] thinks more of that new car than he does of the troop," said
Fido.

"Sure, the car don't give him as much trouble," said Nick. "We're a
Hunkajunk troop and Safety First's troop is a Ford troop; it's small but
it makes a lot of noise. If I ever start a troop it will be air-cooled.
How about it, am I headed right?"

[Footnote 1: Scoutmaster Ned he meant.]

"Row straight ahead, I'll steer."

"Golly, the water's black. Look! Did you see that fish jump? Look