I could hear sounds of scouts moving in the cabins, but a lot he cared. By the time he got to Official Bungalow there were about a dozen sleepy looking scouts with us, with their clothes all endways and their hair all rumpled—they were a wide-awake looking lot, I think not. “What’s he up to now?” one of them gaped. _Gee williger_, Hervey looked like a what-do-you-call-it, one of those knights of old standing in front of a castle. “Search me,” I said to one of the fellows. “He reminds me of Sir Building Lot, or whatever they call him, in the tales of King Arthur.” “_Mr. Arnoldson_!” Hervey shouted. “Oh, you Mr. Arnoldson, come out here and apologize to me before I start home! Wake up, you old boob!” “Cut it out,” I said to Hervey; “you mind what I tell you now.” He just kept shouting, “Come on out if you’re not ashamed to face me! Come on out till I put it all over you! Oh, you Arnoldson; come on out and take back what you called me! Come on out if you want me to accept your apology! Come on out if you want me to apologize your acceptance! Don’t be afraid of the dark! Come ahead out! Oh, you-u-u-u, Mr. Arnoldson, come on out; it’s nice and foggy!” I said, “Will you keep still, Hervey.” All of a sudden somebody wearing a bath robe came out on the porch. Then a couple of heads appeared at windows. “All the fish in Official Bungalow wake up,” Hervey shouted. “Is that you, Mr. Arnoldson?” “Careful what you say now,” I whispered to Hervey. CHAPTER XXXIV TOM FIXES IT Now this is next to the last chapter in this book, but you should worry because I’m going to write a lot more books. Mr. Arnoldson said very stern, “Well, sir, what are you doing here at this hour of the night? What is all this?” Hervey said, “These fellows came of their own accord except this one and he’s the one who was in Administration Shack at six o’clock to-night and answered the ’phone when I called and gave me the name of Wilkins. “He was there hunting in the case for a chart of the lake, and he’s here to tell you I’m not a liar. He wanted to hunt for the treasure so you see there are others as crazy as I am, but I wouldn’t go to the trouble of telling a lie and I don’t intend to stay here anyway, only I want you to know that I’m not a liar. He answered the ’phone and said he’d tell the keepers. He did it because he got rattled, and he’s just as good as I am——” “Good night,” I whispered to a fellow near me. “And he didn’t commit any crime because it says on the shack _visitors welcome_,” Hervey went on. “So now if you want to ask him any questions you can do it, and if you care to apologize for calling me a liar you can do it, only hurry up because I’m through with this place—I’m washing my hands of it.” “He knows one scout law—cleanliness,” a fellow whispered.