I said, “It serves you fellows right for leaving us. We should have stayed all separated together. Now you see what comes from not having a scout smile. The face with the smile wins. You should apologize to the next rainstorm you see. While there’s life there’s adventure.” “Do you think we’d let a marsh foil us?” Pee-wee said. “Do you think we’d desert the poor, defenseless cat-tails for an ice cream soda?” Will said. “You never can tell where a game of checkers will end,” said Westy. “Or a car,” I said. “If we have to go through fire and water we’ll win,” Pee-wee said. “Hurrah for the silver-plated foxes!” I shouted. Everybody stood around staring at us and laughing. A man said, “Well, the bridge stopped you.” “That’s different,” I told him. He said, “Oh, I see.” “Whatever happens is all right,” I said “Let’s hear you deny that.” Pee-wee said, “Adventures are things that happen that aren’t supposed to happen.” I said, “Sure. Some people follow adventures, but adventures follow us. That’s because we’re scouts.” “We always have adventures,” Pee-wee said. “Have you got any with you?” a fellow that was standing there wanted to know. “We’ll have some more by to-morrow,” I told him. “Call and inspect our stock. Have you got any scouts down here?” One of the men who was laughing said, “Not a one.” “You’re lucky,” I told him. He said, “Well, you kids had quite an experience.” “That’s nothing,” Pee-wee said. “You don’t call that an experience. That was just a ride.” “Worse things than that are going to happen,” the inventor piped up. But not in this story, believe me. One fire and one flood are enough. Another chapter and we might have a world war and an earthquake—that’s what my sister said. She said adventures are all the time waiting for us. “Let them wait,” I told her; “what do we care?” My father said one good thing about us, anyway, and that is we don’t shoot people like Submarine Sam does in the book. We shoot the chutes, that’s about all we ever shoot. But just the same, we have a lot of fun. In the next story I’ll tell you how we got lost in a ferris wheel. But I can’t bother to tell you now how we got our car back to Van Schlessenhoff’s field, for we’ve got enough on our hands getting our mushroom farm started down there by the river, and besides, we’ve got to go to Temple Camp. We’ve got to get up there in time for the lake carnival. Maybe I’ll tell you about that, too. Gee whiz, I know a lot of things to tell you. And I bet you’ll be surprised how we got our old car back to the field. Anyway, I’ll tell you this much now. When we did get it back there we chained it down and built a stockade around it and blocked the wheels and locked the brakes and put paper weights on the roof. Safety first. That’s what I say. THE END This Isn’t All! Would you like to know what became of the good friends you have made in this book?