Among these new arrivals on that day was a tall, merry faced boy, whose natty scout suit set off his trim, slender form. He was distinguishable from the others (a patrol and a two patrol troop) by a spotless white scout scarf which, instead of being tied in a knot was drawn through a wide silver ring. His belt was white, too, a noticeable variation in the scout raiment. He climbed to the porch rather hesitatingly behind the others, but he was not embarrassed at the patrol of authority, for he gave Skinny a funny wink which aroused the little fellow to eager laughter. When Skinny laughed the skin of his thin face tightened about his mouth, giving the appearance of an older person's smile, but his big eager eyes redeemed this rather pitiful effect. "What's the white scarf for?" he ventured to ask upon the strength of that pleasant wink. "Polar Bears of Florida," said the boy. "They don't have polar bears in Florida," Skinny ventured. "No, that's the funny part of it," the boy laughed. Skinny did not realize till this boy had gone inside that he was the real Danville Bently of Wave Crest City, Florida. He did not venture into the office for there was a rug on the floor and somehow he was always timid where there were rugs. But he stood at the window looking in. He wondered if something involving himself would now happen. His nerves were all on edge. There would be an explosion, he thought. The tall boy stood aside waiting till the others were enrolled. Skinny felt that this was for a purpose. The boy looked very conspicuous in there with his white scarf and belt in striking contrast to his khaki attire. Skinny now noticed that the hat he held had a white cord on it also. He seemed to be waiting just from politeness, but Skinny's little hands trembled in panic excitement. The others emerged, singly and in groups, and now the tall boy was at the counter. There was evidently some trouble and the clerk began running through a card catalogue. Councilor Tenny was called and together the three talked at the counter. Then Tom Slade, the young camp assistant, appeared among them. Pretty soon he began laughing and Skinny was relieved. The new boy laughed too. But Councilor Tenny did not laugh. He shook his head as if puzzled. Then they got a letter and read it. Pretty soon the new boy came out laughing. "Well you don't have to worry," Tom called after him. "But it's blamed funny we never got that letter." "I know my name if I don't know anything else," laughed the boy. "I wish I was as sure of my first class badges as I am of my--what d'you call it--identity?" "Beats me," said Tom, pausing on the steps. "All right, Bently, don't worry; we like mysteries here." "I'll write to my dad and he'll straighten it out," the boy said.