eekie Joe interview Pee-wee.

The boys hold the island in spite of old Trimmer's protest.

Pee-wee becomes a sandwich man.

PEE-WEE HARRIS ADRIFT

CHAPTER I

ALONE

When Pee-wee Harris returned from Temple Camp in the fall, he found
himself a scout without a patrol. He had indulged in a colossal
speculation and lost out.

Forsaking the Raving Ravens, he had set forth to mobilize all the
small, unattached boys at camp into the Pollywog Patrol, but the
Pollywog Patrol had proved about as substantial as the shifting sand.

Like the beloved Black Lake it had both an inlet and an outlet. As
fast as one boy entered it another had to go home, so that conducting
the Pollywog Patrol was like pouring water into a leaky pail. Pee-wee,
with all his flaunted efficiency, could not be at both ends of this
patrol at the same time.

As soon as some miniature scout from New York had been duly initiated,
some previously initiated scout from Chicago found that his time was
up, and Pee-wee's time was chiefly occupied in rushing frantically
about trying to keep pace with this epidemic of resignations.

At last the epidemic reached an acute stage and the Pollywog Patrol,
after a glorious career of nine days, was struck a mortal blow, never
to be heard of again except in the pages of history. Its three
remaining members were summoned to their several homes simultaneously;
one new scout was hastily secured but on learning that he could not be
patrol leader he tendered his resignation and was soon called home to
attend his sister's wedding. Scout Harris faced a cruel world alone.

Meanwhile, Billy Simpson had been called to Temple Camp from Bridgeboro
to fill (if anyone could fill) the enormous space left vacant in the
Raven Patrol by the withdrawal of its enterprising genius.

"Never mind," said Mr. Ellsworth, the troop's scoutmaster, "there are
plenty of fish in the sea--to say nothing of Pollywogs. Bridgeboro is
full of permanent material. You have all this winter to round up a new
patrol."

"Only don't round up any snow men because they melt," said Roy
Blakeley, leader of the Silver Foxes; "and don't bother with shadows
because you can't depend on them. And when you get a scout put a paper
weight on him so he won't blow away."

"If you'll give me some of the biscuits you make, I'll use them for
weights," Pee-wee shouted.

"You mean you'll eat them," Roy said. "What are you going to name the
new patr