to the right whenever you come to the end of a page and look out you
don't skid."

"Maybe I'll write my remittances," Pee-wee said darkly.

"He means his reminiscences," said Arrie Van Arlen.

"I think," said Mr. Ellsworth, "that Scout Harris will be quite busy
enough forming the new patrol, and when it is formed I hope he will
present it to the First Bridgeboro Troop, B. S. A."

"That's us," said Westy Martin.

"I don't see how Pee-wee can get out of the troop," Mr. Ellsworth
laughed, "because strictly speaking, he has never been in the troop; on
the contrary the troop has been in him, as one might say."

"_Good night_, did he swallow that too?" said Roy. And he rolled
backward off the troop-room table on which he had been sitting.




CHAPTER II

SATURDAY MORNING

Though Pee-wee was without a patrol he was by no means without a troop.
He still held his position of troop mascot and official target for the
mirthful Silver Foxes. He was a whole patrol in himself and held his