t,
you can't do anything with that bunch.

CHAPTER III

UNDAUNTED! (THAT'S PEE-WEE'S HEADING)

One thing about Harry Donnelle, he was a dandy fixer. When he fixed the
camouflage for us so we could watch a chipmunk, I knew he was a good
fixer. He said he learned how in France. He fixed the chimney on the
cooking shack, too. That fellow could fix anything.

But a scoutmaster isn't so easy to fix. Lots of times I tried to fix it
with Mr. Ellsworth and I just couldn't. He'd make me think that I wanted
to do his way. He's awful funny, he can just make you think that there's
more fun doing things his way. And I was trembling in my shoes-I mean I
was trembling in my bare feet-for fear Harry Donnelle wouldn't be able to
fix it with him. But that fellow could fix it with the sun to shine-that's
what Mr. Burroughs said.

Pretty soon he came strolling down to the spring-board where a lot of us
were having a dip in the lake.

"All right," he said, "how about you?"

"Did you fix it?" I asked him.

"All cut and dried," he said; "are you ready for the big adventure?"

That afternoon we had a special troop meeting, to find out how the
fellows felt about splitting the troop for the journey home. Because you
see our three patrols always hung together. Mr. Ellsworth made a speech
and said how Harry Donnelle had offered to lead the fierce and fiery
Silver Foxes through the perilous wilds of New York State. He said that
the journey would be filled with interest and data of scientific value
(that's just the way he talked) and how we hoped to cross the Ashokan
Reservoir and visit other wild places. He said that we planned to enter
the heart of the Artists Colony at Woodstock and see the artists in their
native state and stalk some authors and poets, maybe, and study their
habits.

Oh boy, you ought to have seen Harry Donnelle. He just sat there on the
edge of Council Rock (that's where we have important meetings at Temple
Camp) and laughed and laughed and laughed.

Mr. Ellsworth said, "It is hoped that these brave scouts may succeed in
capturing a poet and bringing him home as a specimen, and that they may
find other fossils of interest. Meanwhile, the Ravens and the Elks and
myself will drift down in our house-boat and endeavor to find someone to
tow us from Poughkeepsie to New York and up our own dear river to
Bridgeboro. The Ravens and the Elks wish me to offer the brave explorer,
Mr. Harry Donnelle, a vote of thinks for