UMBER THREE
XIX. THE END OF THE MEETING
XX. MOSTLY ABOUT SKINNY
XXI. SOMETHING MISSING
XXII. SHOWS YOU WHERE I DO THE TALKING
XXIII. IN THE WOODS
XXIV. TREASURE ISLAND
XXV. THE SHORT CUT
XXVI. IN MY OWN CAMP
XXVII. THE GENTLE BREEZE
XXVIII. JOLLYING PEE-WEE
XXIX. JIMMY, THE BRIDGE-TENDER
XXX. GONE
XXXI. THE CAPTAIN'S ORDERS
XXXII. I MAKE A DANDY FRIEND
XXXIII. SO LONG--SEE YOU LATER

CHAPTER I

TROUBLES OF MY OWN--THE BIG CONCLAVE

Well, here I am at last, ready to tell you the adventures of our young
lives. Right away I have trouble with Pee-wee Harris. He's about as easy
to keep down as a balloon full of gas. We call him the young dirigible
because he's always going up in the air. Even at the start he must stick
in his chapter heading about a conclave.

Hanged if I know what a conclave is. It's some kind of a meeting I guess.
He said it was something like a peace conference, but believe me, the
meeting I'm going to tell you about wasn't much like a peace conference.
I told him I'd use my own heading and his too, just to keep him quiet.
I think he's got his pockets stuffed full of chapter headings and that
he'll be shooting them at me all the way through--like a machine--gun.

I guess I might as well tell you about Pee-wee before I tell you about
the conclave or whatever you call it He's Doctor Harris's son and he's
a member of the Raven Patrol. He's a member in good standing, only he
doesn't stand very high. Honest, you can hardly see him without a
magnifying glass. But for voice--good night!

He sings in the Methodist Church choir and they say he can throw his
voice anywhere. I wish he'd throw it in the ash barrel, I know that.
He always wears his belt-axe to troop meetings, in case the Germans
should invade Bridgeboro, I suppose. He's the troop mascot and if you
walk around him three times and ruffle up his beautiful curly hair,
you can change your luck.

Well, now I'll tell you about the meeting. We had a big special meeting
to decide about two things, and believe me, those two things had
momentous consequences. Momentous--that's a good word, hey?

One thing, we wanted to decide about our campaign for collecting books
for soldiers, and another thing, we wanted to decide how we could all
go up to Temple Camp in our cabin launch, the Good Turn.

This large arid what--do--you--call--it launch--I mean commodious
launch--is a dandy boat, except for one thing--the