"Don't you believe him," Pee-wee yelled. "Before he was in the scouts he used to be a radiator ornament on an automobile," Roy persisted. "There's a caterpillar, enter him up, Kid," he added. "Up at Temple Camp," Pee-wee yelled in merciless retaliation, "they--they told him he could play on the veranda and he said he could only play on the harmonica!" "I admit it," Roy said. "That was when I was a second-hand scout." "They ought to be called the Nickel Foxes, that's what all the scouts up at Temple Camp say," Pee-wee shouted. "Because none of them ever have more than five cents." "The Raving Ravens haven't got any sense," Roy came back. "Five is twice as good as nothing." "That shows how much you know about arithmetic," Pee-wee retorted. "It's good the boss isn't here," Warde said, "or he'd laugh himself to death." The boss was what they always called Blythe. "Maybe you'll say I didn't discover _him_," Pee-wee demanded. "You're the greatest discoverer next to Columbus, Ohio," Roy said. "Well anyway, whoever discovered him, I like him," Warde said. "Same here," said Roy quite ready for any topic of conversation. "I can't make him out but I like him." "He's just down and out, sort of," Warde said. "Maybe he's been sick. That's the way it seems to me. But he likes us and I like him. It's fun to see him smile." "I wonder where he came from?" Roy asked, as they made their way across fields. "He never says anything about where he belongs or anything." "Maybe he doesn't know," Warde said. "We shouldn't worry about his history," said Roy. "He's all right and that's enough. And he's going up to Temple Camp with us if I can get him to." "I--" began Pee-wee. "Sure, you discovered Temple Camp," said Roy. "You discovered the North Pole and the South Pole and the clothes pole and the Atlantic Ocean and Atlantic and Pacific Tea Company and you've got them all down in your little book." "No joking," said Warde. "I was--" "I never joke," said Roy, "except from Mondays to Saturdays, and on Sundays, morning, afternoon and evening." Warde tried again, "I was going to ask you about test four." "I'll tell you about it," said the irrepressible Pee-wee. "How about writing the satisfactory account?" "It doesn't include worms and ginger snaps," said Roy. "But what's the usual way?" Warde persisted. Seeing his new member to be serious and knowing with what a fine conscience Warde sought every honor, Roy answered him with the best knowledge he had. "This is the way Mr. Ellsworth says," he answered. "You must describe everything that might be helpful to your troop or to other troops or to the whole country, maybe. That's the way it is. Everything that's important or unusual you must notice.