Dub Smedley belongs in Jersey City, it’s right next to a ferry. He belongs to a troop there only his troop wasn’t up in Temple Camp with him. They went somewhere, I don’t know where. He said his scoutmaster was named Redman, so I guess that bunch are a lot of Indians. Dub was a second-hand Scout, I mean second class. He was a nice fellow all right. His favorite outdoor sport is sitting on the ground and moving back and forth and laughing so hard when I jolly Pee-wee, that sometimes he even falls over and rolls on the ground--he laughs so hard. He’s got freckles, that fellow has. Egg Sandwich was alone at Temple Camp too. He belongs in a troop at Rye in New York. He’s an awful nice fellow, kind of sober like. I asked him if he thought he could be crazy enough to go on one of my hikes and he said yes--he said he was crazy to go. Pee-wee said, “Sure, you’re crazy to go--anybody that goes is crazy. I’m not, because I’m so used to him I don’t mind him--” he meant me. “The pleasure is yours and many of them,” I told him. “I take you because I want to do Temple Camp a good turn. I’d like to be here sometime when you’re away to see how it is when you’re not here. If I could be somewhere else when you’re in another place, that’s my idea of the end of a perfect day.” “Now you hear how he talks!” the kid shouted. I said, “Look out, you’ll tip the boat over.” “When he talks like that he calls it an argument,” he yelled. “You fellers will see before we get through--you’ll rue the day----” “Goodness me, such fine language to be using on a week day,” I told him. “I never rued a day yet, but even if I knew how to rue one, I wouldn’t do it.” “Even before we start he has to talk crazy,” Pee-wee said. All the while we were rowing around on the lake. I said, “This is my idea--all those not in favor of it, shut up. If two vote against the other two, it’s a majority.” “For which side?” the kid shouted. “For both sides,” I told him. “What’s fair for one is fair for the other. United----” “If you’re going to say, ‘_united, we stand, divided we sprawl_’ you needn’t say it,” the kid screamed at me. “I heard you say it fifty quadrillion times and it hasn’t got any sense to it!” I said, “Young Harris, you’re speaking to the leader of the Silver Foxes, modify your tones.” “I haven’t got any tones,” he yelled, “and----” “Well, that’s your lookout,” I said. “Are we going to talk about the hike or are we going to discuss it--which? My idea is to start to-morrow just before breakfast----” “You mean just _after_ breakfast,” Pee-wee said. Dub said, “No, Roy is right as he usually isn’t That’s a good idea, we’ll start before breakfast.” “Then you can count me out,” Pee-wee said “and you can’t use my windmeter and you won’t know where you’re going.” “We don’t want to know where we’re going,” Egg Sandwich said. “The less knowledge we carry with us, the better. Scouts are supposed not to carry a lot of stuff when they go hiking.”