"Look at the grins on their faces! Don't that tell the story, fellows!
Hurrah!" shouted Nuthin'.

And when the amount was declared it was found that it far exceeded the
actual sum needed to purchase uniforms for the entire twenty-two scouts,
including hats and leggings.

"Don't forget that I've just got to have a bugle, fellows. What use is it
to be elected bugler if you can't bugle?" exclaimed Bobolink.

"And m-m-me for a d-d-d-d-d-drum!" echoed Bluff, excitedly; when he was
immediately pounced upon as usual, and pounded several times on the back.

"Yes, do get Bluff something he can beat. I've heard him drum, and he's
just a corker at it. It keeps him from talking, you know," laughed Tom
Betts.

"Hello!" exclaimed Nuthin' suddenly; "look who's here, fellows!"

All eyes were immediately turned toward the door, and focussed upon the
figure that stood just within the barn, having entered while they were
boisterously exchanging these compliments.

"Why, it's Mr. Growdy!" said Paul.

"Old Peleg!" echoed Bobolink, in a hushed tone.

One and all stared at the crusty old farmer, who for years had avoided
all boys as though he thought them a dangerous breed of animals which it