pon a marshmallow-"

"Sure you can find marshmallows in the marshes," I said. "We should worry."

"You ask Willie and Tommy and Dorrie and the others if they are prepared to
make the sacrifice-and I'll do the rest. I'll speak to Mr. Ellsworth. But
remember about the heartless desert with its burning sands just above
Newburgh. Now go chase yourself and round them up. I guess you know how to
do it."

So I got all the Silver Foxes into our patrol cabin and gave them a spooch.
I guess I might as well tell you who they all are. First there's me-I mean
I. Correct, be seated. You learn that in the primary grade. I'm patrol
leader and it's _some_ job. Then comes Westy Martin; he's my special chum.
My sister says he has dandy hair. Then comes Dorry Benton-he's got a wart
on his wrist. Then comes Huntley Manners-Badleigh, that's his middle name.
Sometimes we call him Bad Manners. Then comes Charlie Seabury and then
comes Will Dawson and then come Tom Warner and Ralph Warner-they're twins.
They're both better looking than each other-that's what Pee-wee Harris
said. He's a scream-he's in the raving Raven patrol. Thank goodness he
isn't in this story-not much anyway. Ralph says Tom is crazy and Tom says
Ralph is crazy and Will Dawson says they're both right. I guess we're all
crazy. Anyway, Ralph and Tom came from Maine, so they're both maniacs, hey?

This is the speech I spooched:

Fellow Foxes:

Shut up and give me a chance to talk. Sit down, Bad Manners.
I've got something to tell you and don't all shout at once--

_Good night!_ They all began shouting separately. Then I said:

Harry Donnelle says he's going to hike it all the way home to
Bridgeboro. He says we can go with him if we want to. Our time
is up Saturday, but we'll have to start three or four days
sooner.

He said for me to sound you fellows, but believe me, there's so
much sound that I can't. I suppose the other patrols will go
back down the Hudson in the house-boat. Every fellow that's in
favor of hiking it home with Mr. Harry Donnelle, will say
_aye_-but don't say it yet. He said to tell you that we take our
lives in our hands--

"Why can't we put them in our duffel bags?" Westy shouted.

"Did you think we'd take them in our feet?" Dorry yelled.

Then they all began shouting, "_Aye, aye, aye!_" even before I told them
about the forests and morasses and jungles and deserts and things. Hones