admire that fellow who was keeping them together.

Especially I felt sorry for them, because our troop has about everything
and that's mostly the way it is with all the troops that go to Temple Camp.

Anyway, we made up some pretty good late eats and after that we got a good
big fire started and all sat around it. Brent lay on his back near the
blaze and had his knees drawn up and was looking up at the sky. That's just
the way he lay all the while he was telling us about his patrol and why
they came up that way. It seemed as if he thought it was all just a big
joke, but I could see he thought a good deal about scouting and about those
fellows. I had to laugh at him, but I liked him a lot just the same. He was
kind of happy-go-lucky, I could see that. Harry Donnelle liked him, that
was sure. I guess it was because he was kind of happy-go-lucky, too.

"Buried treasure is all right," that's what he said, "and so are missing
people, and people lost in the woods and all that; and liberal rewards are
very nifty. But if you're after fifty or so buckarinos, the best thing is
driving a grocery wagon or selling the Saturday Evening Post on street
corners. You don't get much adventure mowing people's lawns, but it's sure
money. The trouble with us is we've been speculating in adventure and now
we're going to walk back home. Take a lesson from our terrible example-and
don't read the newspapers."

Harry Donnelle said, "There's seventy-five per cent profit in adventures.
I'd go to South Africa if I thought there was a ten cent piece buried
there." That was just exactly like him.

"Anyway," I said, "I'd like to know why I shouldn't read the newspapers."
"Because they will lead you astray. They sent us off on a get-rich-quick
enterprise," Brent said.

Of course, I knew he was half joking, but that was always the funny way he
talked. He reached over and held a stick in the fire till the end of it was
all flaming, then he stuck it in the ground near his head and pulled a
clipping out of his pocket. He kept lying on his back all the time and he
looked so funny, I just had to laugh.

Then he said, "Well, now, this is what brought us up into these woolly
wilds", and he began to read the clipping. This is it, because he gave it
to me afterwards:

BOY SCOUTS ASKED TO SEARCH
FOR MISSING DOUGHBOY.

Boy scouts in all sections of the country have been asked to
watch for Horace E. Chandl