wonder where he is anyway?"

"Down in Bennett's having a soda, I guess," said Westy Martin.

"Is he going to the party?" Tom Warner asked.

"Search me," said Westy. "I guess not, he doesn't dance. I heard
somebody say he was with some fellows up the river."

"Starting a new bunch of patrols, I suppose," said Roy.

"Bentley's gardener saw him somewhere," said Wig Weigand.

"It's just possible he was somewhere," said Roy. "I've often known him
to go there. Let's talk of something pleasant. What do you say we get a
light supper down here. Anybody that wants to go home and dress can do
it only he has to hustle. She wants us to wear our scout suits anyway,
she said so. I say let's get a few eats down here and then wash up and
all hike it up there together. United we stand----"

"What are we going to eat?" Grove Bronson asked. "I don't see anything
here but some fishhooks and a package of tacks."

"Listen to the voice from Pee-wee's old patrol!" said Roy. "_Eats_!
I'll fry some killies. Haven't we got some milk chocolate and Ulika
biscuits? I bet there's a large crowd of peanuts and other junk in
Pee-wee's locker. Can't you wait till you get to Minerva's? She'll have
chicken salad and ice cream and sandwiches and cake and lemonade and
paper napkins and souvenirs and everything. We'll feel more like eating
a little later. What do you all say? If each of us goes home we'll