"As much what?" asked Rand.

"Food, grub, provisions, victuals," replied Donald, setting off
along the road at a pace that put a stop to any more talk.

They had gone perhaps about halfway down the hill toward the
boathouse when a big bay horse, drawing a light wagon in which were
three boys, came quickly around a turn in the road. It bore down
on them so suddenly that only by a rapid scramble up the bank by
the side of the road did Rand and Donald save themselves from being
bowled over.

The newcomers would have driven on with a jeering laugh only that
Pepper, angry at what obedience, neatness and order are Scout
virtues. Endurance, self-reliance, self-control and an effort to
help some one else are Scout objectives."

"Ah, cut it out!" protested Pepper. "As Alphonse says 'that makes
me the ennui.' It sounds like a boarding school prospectus. Tell
as what it's about."

"Well, then," replied Rand, "in words adapted to your comprehension,
it is about hunting, scouting, camping, tracking; and Colonel Snow
is interested in the organization. He says that it is fine."

"Speaking of tracking," interjected Donald, "in my opinion it were
no bad plan to be making tracks toward the boathouse if we are going
to get anywhere the day. It is getting bright in the east and it
looks like a clear day, after all. And I may also take occasion