We picked out a peach of a place in the chasm and put up our tent there and built a fireplace out of stones. Oh boy, it was nice where we camped. We put the tent right close to one side of the chasm where the wall was almost straight up and down. We were good and tired so we just sprawled around getting rested till lunch time, and after that we said we’d start hunting. Where the side of the chasm went up there was a kind of a shelf, all rocks, and Pee-wee sat on that. Dub and Sandy and I sat on rocks on the ground. It was so rocky around there that even there was a big flat rock inside the tent, we put the tent up around it and we used the rock for a dining table. Sandy was feeling kind of silly, I guess we all were, and he said, “Did we put that flat rock in the tent, or didn’t we?” Dub said, “If we did we can claim to be pretty strong to put a rock the size of that one inside the tent. Most fellows couldn’t even lift it.” Pee-wee almost fell off his royal throne. “That shows the two of you are getting to be as crazy as Roy,” he shouted. I said, “Silence! Those are harsh words, Scout Harris. What Dub says is perfectly true. It’s an interesting question in natural science----” “You make me sick with your natural silence, I mean science!” he shouted. I said, “I accept your apology for using the word _silence_. I never thought you knew there was such a word. But you’re wrong as I usually never am. If that rock is in the tent, we are the ones who put it there--deny it if you can. If we didn’t put the rock in the tent, then how did the tent get outside the rock? It’s as clear as mud, I’ll leave it to Sandy.” By that time Dub and Sandy were both laughing because they had Pee-wee and me started. I said, very sober like, “We can claim that we lifted a rock weighing about a quarter of a ton because we put it in that tent and _we did not have a derrick_. Therefore by the same line of reasoning we’re stronger than mustard. Am I right?” “Sure you are,” Dub said. “You couldn’t be righter,” Sandy said. I said, “Now I have a peach of an idea and it will cause a great sensation in scout circles throughout the civilized world----” “You think you’re smart using big words,” Pee-wee shouted. I said, “As long as you have your camera with you, Dub, we’ll let Pee-wee take our pictures standing on the rock inside the tent and we’ll write underneath it, _Picture shows three Boy Scouts standing on huge rock which they put inside camping tent without the aid of a derrick_. Then we’ll send it to _Boys’ Magazine_ and they’ll print it. What do you say?” “It’s a fine idea,” Dub said. “We ought to have our coats off showing our sinewy arms,” Sandy said. “Maybe we can even get the Pathé Weekly to send and take pictures of us,” I said. “Where’s your camera anyway?” “Do you think you can get me to take a picture of a lie?” Pee-wee started. “So you can get famous for what you didn’t do. _No sireeeeee!_”