Now at last I knew for sure that I hated that fellow. And I said to myself, "You can bet I'll never have anything more to do with _him_." When I got to our cabin all the fellows were asleep, except Westy, and I said to him, "Do you know that scout who's patrol leader in the Ohio troop?" He said, "You mean Winton?" "That's him," I said; "I hate him so much that it makes me hate the whole state of Ohio. I wouldn't even go canoeing on the Ohio River." He didn't say anything--I guess he was sleepy. "I even hate the Baltimore and Ohio railroad," I said. The next morning just as we were going in for a swim, we saw the canoe coming across the lake again. When it got near enough, we could see that another fellow was in it. We all went over to the landing to ask him how his pal was getting along. Right away he asked if he could see Mr. Ellsworth. I said, "Sure you can; I guess he's in the tepee, writing." I felt sort of glad, because I thought probably it meant something good for Skinny. All morning he was sure one hero, and at the time the camper came he was off with the Elks somewhere, stalking I guess, and I was mighty glad of it. The tepee is a little tent where the scoutmasters always go when they want to be alone, so as to write up troop stuff. Nobody ever bothers them in there unless it's important, and even then only one fellow goes. I said, "Sure, come ahead, I'll find him for you." He was a pretty nice fellow, I could see that, even if he _was_ a tenderfoot, and he spoke mighty friendly, sort of, to me. He said, "You have a wonderful little life saver here--with a bull dog grip." "It's more than a grip," I said, "it's a regular suitcase. He's going to get the highest award we have, too." "Bully for him," he said, "we're going to let him know what we think about it, too." "Scouts aren't allowed to take anything for things like that," I told him. "Well," he said, "we heard him shouting on the lake the other night that he'd like to own a canoe, so we're going to give him ours when we go away next week." "Oh, boy!" I said. Then I just happened to think to say, "Did you hear all he shouted out on the lake? Because," I said, "he's kind of--kind of freakish, sometimes." "He's a little wonder, that's what he is," he said. When we got to the tepee, Mr. Ellsworth jumped up and shook hands with him and said, "Glad to see you, sit down. Sit down too, Roy." So we both sat down on the bench, and I don't know, it seemed to me as if the fellow was sort of uncomfortable, as if he'd rather I wouldn't be there. But he didn't say anything about it. Mr. Ellsworth said, "Your friend had a very narrow escape. Canoes are bad things in storms. You should be careful." And then he gave him some mighty good advice in that nice way he has.