E-text prepared by Al Haines Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this file which includes the original illustrations. See 17767-h.htm or 17767-h.zip: (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/7/7/6/17767/17767-h/17767-h.htm) or (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/7/7/6/17767/17767-h.zip) PEE-WEE HARRIS ADRIFT by PERCY KEESE FITZHUGH Author of The Tom Slade Books The Roy Blakeley Books The Pee-Wee Harris Books Illustrated by H. S. Barbour [Frontispiece: Pee-wee rowed his customers to Alligator Island.] Published with the approval of The Boy Scouts of America Grosset & Dunlap Publishers : : New York Made in the United States of America Copyright, 1922, by Grosset & Dunlap CONTENTS CHAPTER I ALONE II SATURDAY MORNING III CASTLES IN THE AIR IV KEEKIE JOE V A QUESTION OF DUTY VI THE MISSIONARY VII APPLE BLOSSOM TIME VIII PEE-WEE EXPLORES THE ISLAND IX THE LOOKOUT SEES A SAIL X THE OTHERS ARRIVE XI PLANS XII THE DISCOVERER RETURNS XIII "STOP" XIV "GO" XV LIFE ON THE UNKNOWN SHORE XVI BEFORE THE PARTY XVII THE SCENE IS SET XVIII EVERY WHICH WAY XIX THE EARTHLY PARADISE XX GONE XXI FOILED XXII IN THE GLARE OF THE SEARCH-LIGHT XXIII THE DREAM OF KEEKIE JOE XXIV THE MISSIONARY LANDS ON FOREIGN SHORES XXV RETURN OF THE HERO XXVI SHORT AND TO THE POINT XXVII SETTLED AT LAST XXVIII IT PAYS TO ADVERTISE XXIX THE RACE XXX ABSENCE MAKES THE ISLAND QUIET XXXI A PROMISE XXXII VENGEANCE XXXIII KEEKIE JOE, SCOUT XXXIV THE STORY CLOSES AND SCHOOL OPENS ILLUSTRATIONS Pee-wee rowed his customers to Alligator Island. Keekie 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.