"I'm going to leave that kettle to my ancestors when I die," Roy said. "It's been all over and I've cooked everything in it except Cook's tours; it's travelled more than they have, anyway. It's been to Temple Camp and we fished it up from the bottom of the lake once and I guess as many as ten thousand wheat cakes have come out of that kettle. Hey, Pee-wee?" "Nine thousand eight hundred is all Pee-wee can say for sure about," Westy said. "Are you used to camping?" Doc Carson asked Blythe. "I thought maybe you liked this kind of thing because you came here." "It was just that I was out of a job," Blythe said frankly. "Anything's better than nothing. I happened to wander in here and met a man with an auto. He works for the concern that's going to tear the camp down; a salvage concern. He got me this job. I don't suppose you'd call it a job, it's an assignment. I picked out the three buildings and they sent me a paper with the numbers on. I've only been here a couple of days. Yesterday was the only time I was in Bridgeboro. I was going to give it up. I didn't have any supplies and I didn't know who to get to help me--I was mighty glad that friend of yours came up yesterday and said he'd tell you fellows it was all right." "He's our scoutmaster," said Pee-wee. "He's all right, only you've got to know how to manage him. We'll start in to-morrow morning and we'll show that savage concern all right. We'll show them what we can do." "Maybe they won't be so savage," Roy said. "Pee-wee can manage them," Westy observed. "Oh sure, all you have to do is to know how to manage them," commented Connie. "They can't come too savage for our young hero." "He can even tame wild flowers," Roy said; "lions--dandelions and tiger-lilies and everything. He eats them alive." "Speaking of eating, how about the stew?" Artie Van Arlen asked. "It has to stew for an hour," Roy said. "Somebody get out the tin plates; be prepared, that's our motto. All the comforts of home. Where's _your_ home?" he asked Blythe in a sudden impulse. "Oh I'm just a kind of a tramp," Blythe said uneasily. "I guess I must have left home before I had my eyes open." "That was before you could walk," Pee-wee reminded him. "The last home I was in was in New York," Blythe said. "It wasn't mine." "I guess you're like we are," Westy said, noticing perhaps a little embarrassment in their friend's manner, "our home is outdoors." "And believe me, the sky has all the tin roofs I ever saw beaten twenty ways," observed Warde Hollister. That was pretty good for a new scout. "Roofs are all right to slide down," Pee-wee observed. "They're all right as long as you're not under them." "Believe me, we wouldn't have the sky over us if we didn't have to," said Roy. "It's a blamed nuisance when it rains. The trouble with the solar system is there are too many stars and planets and things in it. You can't get out into the open." "What are you talking about?" Pee-wee retorted contemptuously.