Then I started back to Silver Fox Cabin. I guess I never felt worse than I did then. First I thought I'd just go and beg Mr. Ellsworth not to take Skinny away from Camp McCord, anyway, even if he couldn't have the cross. I was hanging my head and just kind of wandering along and wondering what I'd say to Bert and the twins. I could just sort of see that new flag with Camp McCord on it, and I could hear Bert saying, "Camp McCord doesn't strike its colors as easily as all that." Anyway, what more could I do. I knew Mr. Ellsworth would be nice to me, but that he wouldn't do anything just because _I_ wanted him to. I said to myself, "It's all up; nobody can do anything now. Skinny was born unlucky--poor little kid--" All of a sudden I stumbled plunk into Pee-wee as he came pell-mell around the corner of the big pavilion. "What in--" I began. "_I've got it for you! I've got it for you!_" he shouted; "forty-nine minutes, scout pace! _I beat my record!_ I thought maybe it wouldn't come in the reg--in the reg--in the reg--" He was so out of breath he couldn't talk. "There's a sec--there's a sec--there's a second train; here--" And then he handed me a letter. "There--there are--two," he said; "this--one's--for you." My hand trembled so I could hardly open the envelope. And, honest, I could hardly speak to him. I just blurted out, "Pee-wee, you're the bulliest little scout in this camp--you and your scout pacing! You're just the best little scout that ever was. Give me your hand, you bully little raving Raven. Talk about good turns! Oh, Pee-wee, you're just--" Honest, I couldn't finish. And I stood there with my eyes all sort of wet, and watched him start up again scout pace. "See you later," he called back; "I want to make Administration Shack in fifty minutes." That was him all over. This was the letter and, oh, boy, you bet I'll always keep it, because that was my lucky day. Even since then, Wednesday has been my lucky day. When I get a good stalking snapshot it's always on a Wednesday. Skeezeks, old Pal: Yours received. Have sent letter to your superior officer or whatever you call him. Will be up after my two hundred buckarinos next week. Could you put me up for a couple of nights? I'll show you how to roast potatoes French style, and we'll have a hike. Everything O.K., so don't worry. You're a little brick. In a hurry, H.D. Believe me, I read that letter about seven times, But even then I wouldn't go to see Mr. Ellsworth, because I wanted to wait till the other letter was sent over to him from the shack. I guess I waited about half an hour, because I wanted to give him a chance to read his seven times too. Then I went to his tent where I knew he'd be getting ready to start away. I just said kind of sober like, "Can I take your grip over to the bus for you, Mr. Ellsworth?" Oh, boy, you ought to have seen him. "Guess you'll have to root around and find another good turn for to-day, Roy," he said; "something has happened."