They took him over to camp and into Administration Shack and laid him on the couch there. And in a little while he was quite restored and able to go up the hill to his patrol cabin. His slim little form looked funny in a bathrobe as he trudged along, tripping now and again. The Elks clustered all about him proudly. Stut Moran playfully pulled the tasseled cord tight about him and tied it in a knot; it made him look still funnier, and he smiled that bashful smile of his to see them amused at his expense. "Looks like a champion prize-fighter on his way to the ring," said Stut. "Well you've got a nice new dry suit anyway," said Connie. "And you're going to put it on and have your picture taken for both things that you did. Jumping jiminies, kid, you sure did break loose! What are you going to do next? Why, you crazy little midnight sneak! How the dickens did you suppose you were going to prove you swam across the lake when you got up at about fourteen-twenty A.M. and started off without any escort. Suppose that man hadn't been there. It's all right, kid, we're not kicking; we've got the Hiawatha canoe, gee we've got no kick. I'll say that. But cut out the hero stuff for a couple of days. Why, you skinny little grasshopper, you've been running wild!" "Can I get it right away?" Skinny asked. "The canoe, can I get it right away quick? Right away now, can I get it?" he persisted, tripping over the bathrobe which was as much too big for him as his lost scout suit. "Can I honest and true get it right away _now_?" "Who's going to stop us!" laughed Connie. "We'll be out paddling in it this afternoon," said Vic Norris. "Do you know what I was thinking?" Bert McAlpin asked. "Skinny doesn't think, he acts," said Connie. "No, but on the level," said Bert. "I never took such an awful lot of interest in it before--I mean the regatta--but, _jiminies_, as long as we've got the Hiawatha canoe why can't a couple of us train up and go in for the Mary Temple Cup? Skinny's too small, but it's all in the patrol anyway. You know what Roy Blakeley's all the time saying--united we stand, divided we sprawl. I say let's a couple of us train for the canoe races. Skinny's got us started now and we'll do big things. _Oh boy_, the white pennant! And now the canoe. Oh boy, Skinny's the big noise in camp." He did not make much noise as he sat down on the edge of his cot, his clamorous comrades all about him. He had never tasted glory before. He had not only made a sensational hop, slap and jump into fame; he had aroused in his patrol the thirst for still greater achievement. He was bewildered, frightened.