"Oh, we'll start something, leave it to us," said Roly Poly.




CHAPTER X

THE OTHERS ARRIVE

The arrival of the five North Bridgeboro scouts was the occasion of
much merriment and banter. These boys from the small village up the
river had formed themselves into a patrol but they were two members
short of the required number and they had no scoutmaster.

Whether they took scouting seriously it would be hard to say; if so it
must have been a great comfort to them to have wished upon their
budding organization such an instructor and propagandist as the
diminutive genius whom they were now about to meet. Whatever material
they had among them for progress in the scouting field, they gave every
indication of possessing that quality of unholy mirth which
distinguished the notorious Silver Foxes. Perhaps their silver was not
quite so bright, but they gave promise.

"Hey, where are you going with the apple tree?" one of them called from
the nearest canoe. "What are you trying to do? Swipe a chunk of
property? That's a part of North Bridgeboro you've got there."

"Why didn't you take the whole village?" another called.