We had about two weeks to hang around Bridgeboro (that's where we live) before starting for Temple Camp. If you want to know why we stayed behind when the Ravens and the Elks went, you'd better read the story that comes before this one. That will tell you how our young hero, the raving raven of the Ravens, happened to be wished on us, too. Now a couple of days after Charlie Seabury started out west two or three of us were sitting in the swinging seat on my porch talking about what we'd do to kill time for a couple of weeks. "What's the matter with killing Pee-wee?" Westy wanted to know. I said, "Speak of angels and you'll hear the flutter of their wings; here he comes up the hill." "What's he eating?" Dorry Benton asked. "I think it's peanuts," Hunt Manners said. Pretty soon the little angel eating peanuts crossed the road and cut up across the lawn. He's always cutting up in some way or other. "For goodness' sake, look at him," I said; "he's a walking junk shop. We could sell him for old metal." Honest, I had to laugh. That kid looked like a Christmas tree. He was wearing his belt-axe and it looked as if it weighed a ton the way it dragged his belt down. In front he had his scout jack-knife dangling from his belt and his big nickel-plated compass hanging by a cord around his neck. He had all his badges on, and besides he had his aluminum cooking set hanging by a strap from his shoulder. He had his brown scarf on too, he didn't care how hot it was. The reason the Ravens chose brown for their color is because they're all nuts in that patrol. He had his scout staff with the Raven pennant on it and he was jabbing it into the ground as he came along. Westy said, "What's this? A traveling hardware store?" Dorry said, "Are you starting off on a crusade, Kid? Where's your steel armor? What's the large idea? Have the Germans invaded Bridgeboro?" I was laughing so hard I could hardly speak. The kid looked like that picture in the handbook that shows just how to wear the medals and things. "What's this? A coffee-pot?" Ralph Warner asked him. "You must be going to join the Cook's Tours with all your cooking things. What's the big idea of all the exterior decorations?" "I'm a delegation," Pee-wee said. "A what?" I asked him. "Don't you know what a missionary is?" he shot back at me. "Good night! Pity the poor heathens," I said. "So that's what you've got the compass for! You're going to China? Break it to us gently. You sound like a Ford when you walk." "You think you're smart, don't you?" he shouted. "I was out doing a good turn, so there. I was out doing a good turn for your patrol. I was trying to get you a new member. When you go after new members you've got to look like a scout, haven't you? You've got to show them what scouting is, so they'll _see_. Everybody knows that. Didn't you ever hear that it takes a scout to catch a scout?"