"Yes, but it's out, my patrol is using it. Maybe we better take a boat, hey? That's it, over in the middle of the lake." "Seems to be coming in, let's wait for it." They sat down on the springboard to wait. The lake was dotted with boats; every one seemed to be out fishing. "I couldn't swim across again, because I was crazy that time," said Skinny. "You can do things when you're crazy," Danville said. "_I_ can," said Skinny, "but not any other time. I got to get all crazy like. Do you? It don't count so much if you're crazy like. That's why everybody forgot about it. They said I was lucky." "They said that about Lindbergh." "If I get good and mad, then I can do things. Only most of the time I can't get mad. They're nice to me up here, that's sure." "Yes, that's good." "Are we going to stay friends like! I don't mean just jollying me, but are we going to stay friends like this?" "Why not?" "Because I'm a mascot. Do you mind if I don't have a regular scout suit?" "I never noticed." "Here they come now, they're coming in. That feller paddling in front is Hunt Ward. That other one paddling is Connie Bennett, he's my patrol leader. That other one belongs in a troop from Rhode Island; he goes around with them a lot; he likes my patrol." The Hiawatha canoe, with its merry trio, glided toward the float, Connie brought it around, and it paused rocking alongside. "H'lo Skinny," Hunt called. "Can I go out in it now?" Skinny asked. "This feller's going with me, can I use it?" They glanced at Danville who stood by, watching them. "You ought to have been down here an hour ago," Hunt said to him, "and you could have gone along. We've got some perch." "Now is just as good," said Danville. "She's all full of water, wait till we get her on the float and tip her," Connie said. The three voyagers proceeded with the rather clumsy task of hauling the canoe up on the float and turning it over. "You don't need to haul her up," Danville said. "Here, let me show you." He kneeled on the float, and reached over, pulling the opposite gunwale up and toward him. By a quick application of dexterity and strength the canoe was tipped up sideways against the edge of the float, and the water poured out of it. Then Danville eased it down into the lake again. By this trick he did a two man job while the others stood watching and feeling a little superfluous. Yet it was more than a trick, for when Connie tried to do the same thing he could not with all his strength raise the canoe to the necessary angle. "That's some wrinkle," he said. He preferred to view it as a trick rather than as an exhibition of extraordinary strength. "I guess you've got to know how," he said. "Oh, yes," laughed Danville.