awarded this sprightly scout (for Pee-wee is as liberal with awards as
he is with gum-drops). But there can be no question as to the propriety
of the music and architecture awards, and I think that the aviation
award would be quite appropriate also.

Yet if you should ask old Uncle Jeb Rushmore, beloved manager of the big
scout camp, about these two scout heroes, a shrewd twinkle would appear
in his eye and he would refer you to the boys, who would probably only
laugh at you, for they are a bantering set at Temple Camp and would
jolly the life out of Daniel Boone himself if that redoubtable woodsman
were there.

Listen then while I tell you of how Tom Slade, friend and brother of
these two scouts, as he is of all scouts, assisted them, and of how they
assisted him; and of how, out of these reciprocal good turns, there came
true peace and happiness, which is the aim and end of all scouting.




CHAPTER II

ANOTHER SCOUT


It was characteristic of Tom Slade that he liked to go off alone
occasionally for a ramble in the woods. It was not that he liked the
scouts less, but rather that he liked the woods more. It was his wont to
stroll off when his camp duties for the day were over and poke around in
the adjacent woods.