XVII A WILD-CAT RIDE 92

XVIII THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD 100

XIX WESTY 107

XX TAKING IT EASY 112

XXI THE SHERIFF ARRIVES 118

XXII RAILROADING 123

XXIII CRAZY STUFF 127

XXIV UP IN THE AIR 132

XXV IN THE DARK 137

XXVI WALTER HARRIS, SCOUT 144

XXVII "POTS" 150

XXVIII "SEEN IN THE MOVIES" 154

XXIX "FOILED" 159

XXX OUR PATROL "SING" 166

XXXI FLIMDUNK SIDING 170

XXXII EXPLORING 177

XXXIII OUR YOUNG HERO 181

XXXIV THE TRAIN 186

XXXV THE PROFITEERS 190

XXXVI A FRIEND IN NEED 200

XXXVII TENDERFLOPS AND OTHER FLOPS 206

XXXVIII ALL ABOARD 213

ROY BLAKELEY'S

CAMP ON WHEELS

CHAPTER I

BREWSTER'S CENTRE

Maybe you think just because scouts go camping in the summer time, and
take hikes and all that, that there's nothing to do in the winter. But
I'm always going to stick up for winter, that's one sure thing.

Anyway, this story isn't exactly a winter story, it's a kind of a fall
story--lightweight. Maybe after this I'll write a heavyweight winter
story. Dorry Benton (he's in my patrol) says that if this story should
run into the winter, I can use heavier paper for the last part of it.
That fellow's crazy.

Believe _me_, there's plenty happening in the fall and in the winter;
look at nutting and skating and ice-boating. Only last winter there were
two big fires here in Bridgeboro and one of them was the High School.
Gee whiz, what more could you want?

But the best fire I ever went to was when the Brewster's Centre railroad
station burned down. That was three or four years ago, and the railroad
decided that as long as there was going to be a big war in Europe, they
wouldn't build a new station.

It won't do you any good to look on the map for Brewster's Centre,
because you won't find it. Even with a microscope you couldn't find it.
The reason you can't find it is, because it isn't there. I guess the men
who made the map couldn't make a small enou