We didn’t bother any more about the mystery then, because we wanted to send the signal and get started again, but you’ll see how that mystery popped up again and confounded us; I guess you know what _confounded_ means, all right. It means the same as _baffled_, only I didn’t know whether _baffled_ has two f’s in it or not. But, gee whiz, I used it anyway—I should worry. So now while our friends are waiting for us down on the road (I got this sentence from Pee-wee), I’ll tell you about sending that signal. Signals are my middle name—signals and geography. But the thing I like best about school is lunch hour. I’m crazy about boating, too. XIV—PEE-WEE’S GOAT That fellow, Harry Domicile, he’s crazy. He said, “If you like signals so much I don’t see why you send them. Why don’t you keep them?” Will Dawson said, “It isn’t the signal we send, it’s a message; we send a message by a signal. See?” Harry said, “But if it’s a good message why should you want to send it away? Why don’t you keep it? If it’s worth anything what’s the use of getting rid of it? A scout should not be wasteful.” Then he winked at Brent Gaylong. Oh, boy, you should have seen Pee-wee. He shouted, “You’re crazy! Suppose I keep some-thing—suppose I keep——” Rossie said, “Suppose you keep silence.” “That shows how much you know about logic!” the kid yelled. “How can I keep silence——” By that time we were all laughing, except Harry. He had the paper with the message written on it and he said, very sober like, “Well, if this message is any good at all I don’t see why we don’t keep it; it might come in useful.” Pee-wee shouted, “A message is no good at all—even the most important message in the world is no good to the fellow that makes it——” Brent said, “Then he’s just wasting his time making it. Before we send this message we’d better talk it over. If it’s any good we’ll keep it.” Gee whiz, you should have seen our young hero; I thought he’d jump off the mountain. He yelled, “Do you know what logic is? You get that in the third grade. My uncle knows a man that’s a lawyer and he says—besides—anyway, do you mean to tell me——” Harry said, “Go on.” Brent said, “Proceed; we follow you.” “Suppose I had a piece of pie,” the kid yelled. “If it was good I’d eat it, wouldn’t I?” Brent said, “That isn’t logic.” “Sure it’s logic!” Pee-wee shouted. “The better it is the more I’d get rid of, wouldn’t I?” “Thou never spakest a truer word,” I told him. “And it’s the same with messages,” he said. I said, “_Good night_, you don’t want to eat it, do you?” Harry said, “Well, if he doesn’t want to eat it, what’s the use of chewing it over? Let’s send it.” I bet you think we’re all crazy, hey? I should worry.