-d night!" Peewee commented.

"Our young hero has a fine voice for eating," Roy observed. "Sometimes
he eats his own words, he's so hungry."

"I don't think you can beat the Dansburg, Ohio, scouts eating," Mr.
Barnard observed.

"Is Dansburg on the map?" Peewee wanted to know.

"Well, it thinks it is," Mr. Barnard smiled.

"I know all about geography," Peewee piped up, "and natural history,
too. I got E plus in geometry."

"Can you name five animals that come from the North Pole?" Peewee
demanded, regaining his seat after an inglorious tumble.

"Four polar bears and a seal," Roy answered; "no sooner said than
stung. Our young hero is the camp cut-up. You fellows ought to be glad
he won't be up on the hill with you. He's worse than the mosquitoes."

"We used to bunk in those cabins on the hill," Peewee said; "there are
snakes and things up there. Are you scared of girls?"

"Not so you'd notice it," one of the Dansburg scouts said.

"Gee, I'm not scared of girls, that's one thing," Peewee informed them.
"I'm not scared of any kind of wild animals."

"And would you call a girl a wild animal?" young Mr. Barnard inquired,
highly amused.

"They scream when they get in a boat," Peewee said; "most always they
smile at me."

"Oh, that's nothing, the first time I ever saw you I laughed out loud,"
Roy said.

And at that everybody laughed out loud, and somebody gave Peewee an
apple which kept him quiet for a while.

"I'm very sorry we can't all be up on that hill together," Mr. Barnard
said, "I gather that it's a rather isolated spot."

"What's an isolated spot?" Peewee yelled.

"It's a spot where they cut ice," said Roy; "shut up, will you?"

"Are there only three cabins up there?" one of the Dansville scouts
wanted to know.

"That's all," Westy Martin, of Roy's troop answered. "We spent, let's
see, three summers up there. We had the hill all to ourselves. We even
did our own cooking."

"And eating," Peewee shouted.

"Oh sure, we never let anyone do that for us," one of the Bridgeboro
scouts laughed.

"If you want a thing well done, do it yourself--especially eating," Roy
said. "A scout is thorough."

"Do you know Chocolate Drop? He's cook," Peewee piped up. "He makes
doughnuts as big as automobile tires."

"Not Cadillac tires," Roy said, "but Ford tires. Peewee knows how to
puncture them, all right."

"He'll have a blow-out some day," Connie Bennett observed.

"So you boys used to be up on the h