ROY BLAKELEY'S ADVENTURES IN CAMP BY PERCY KEESE FITZHUGH AUTHOR OF ROY BLAKELY, TOM SLADE, BOY SCOUT, TOM SLADE AT TEMPLE CAMP, TOM SLADE WITH THE COLORS, ETC. ILLUSTRATED BY HOWARD L. HASTINGS 1920 TABLE OF CONTENTS CHAPTER I. TELLS YOU HOW WE GOT STARTED II. TELLS YOU HOW I HAD A VISITOR III. TELLS HOW I MADE A PROMISE IV. TELLS ABOUT THE PAPER I FOUND V. TELLS ABOUT SKINNY'S MERIT BADGE VI. TELLS HOW SKINNY AND I GOT TOGETHER VII. TELLS ABOUT MY MERIT BADGE VIII. TELLS ABOUT OUR TRIP UP THE HUDSON IX. TELLS ABOUT SKINNY'S SWIMMING LESSON X. TELLS ABOUT SKINNY AND THE ELKS XI. TELLS YOU HOW TO GET TO TEMPLE CAMP XII. TELLS ALL ABOUT OUR ROW ON BLACK LAKE XIII. TELLS ABOUT THE STRANGE CAMPERS XIV. TELLS ABOUT THE STORM ON BLACK LAKE XV. TELLS ABOUT AN ACCIDENT XVI. TELLS ABOUT SKINNY'S ABSENCE XVII. TELLS ABOUT CAMP-FIRE AND SKINNY XVIII. TELLS ABOUT MY TALK WITH BERT WINTON XIX. TELLS ABOUT A VISIT FROM ACROSS THE LAKE XX. TELLS ABOUT THE LOSS OF SOME MONEY XXI. TELLS ABOUT MY TALK WITH MR. ELLSWORTH XXII. TELLS ABOUT HOW I VISITED THE OHIO TROOP CABIN XXIII. TELLS ABOUT HOW I DID A GOOD TURN XXIV. TELLS ABOUT HOW I TOLD A SECRET XXV. TELLS ABOUT THE LETTER WE WROTE XXVI. TELLS ABOUT GEOGRAPHY AND ALL THAT KIND OF STUFF XXVII. TELLS ABOUT HOW WE TRIED TO STOP IT RAINING XXVIII. TELLS ABOUT HOW DAME NATURE CHANGED HER MIND XXIX. TELLS ABOUT HOW WE LOOKED INTO THE PIT XXX. TELLS ABOUT HOW TIGERS LEAP XXXI. TELLS ABOUT THE OLD PASSAGEWAY XXXII. TELLS ABOUT WHAT I DISCOVERED IN REBEL'S CAVE XXXIII. TELLS ABOUT HOW WESTY AND I WAITED XXXIV. TELLS ABOUT THE STRANGE FIGURE XXXV. TELLS ABOUT A NEW CAMP XXXVI. TELLS ABOUT WHAT BERT TOLD ME XXXVII. TELLS ABOUT HOW I VISITED CAMP McCORD XXXVIII. TELLS ABOUT THE SCOUT PACE XXXIX. TELLS ABOUT HOW CAMP McCORD DIDN'T STRIKE ITS COLORS CHAPTER I TELLS YOU HOW WE GOT STARTED Maybe you fellows will remember about how I was telling you that our troop had a house-boat that was loaned to us for the summer, by a man that lives out our way. He said we could fix it up and use it to go to Temple Camp in. It was a peach of a boat and took the hills fine-- that's what we said just to jolly Pee-wee Harris, who is in our troop. He's awfully easy to jolly, but he doesn't stay mad long, that's one good thing about him. But one trouble, that boat didn't have any power, and it wouldn't even drift right on account of being almost square. Westy Martin said it was on the square, all right. He's a crazy kid, that fellow is. Anyway, the boat didn't have any power. Our scoutmaster, Mr. Ellsworth, said it didn't even have any will power. We couldn't even pole it.