But the diplomatic Elks knew, for Danville told them that very evening. Having attended to certain other matters which pleasantly evidenced the esteem in which he was held by the management, he strolled up to Martha Norris Memorial Cabins just before supper, a time when he thought the Elks would be at their patrol cabin. It was characteristic of Danville that he seemed never to take particular notice of things that were unusually costly and attractive. Perhaps this was because he had been brought up in refined luxury. In any event he seemed always quite at home. He was one of the very few boys at camp who could enter Administration Shack with perfect ease and speak familiarly to the trustees and councilors. So he did not take particular note of the three beautiful large cabins which housed the First Bridgeboro Troop. He did not even notice the big radio set in the Elks cabin as he stepped inside, greeting the scouts who were hurriedly brushing up for supper. He was thinking of Skinny and not the realm from which Skinny had been so neatly ousted. "I wonder if you fellows want to give me the key to the boat-locker where Alf keeps his canoe?" he asked in his easy-going way. "Seems he forgot to ask you." If it had been some one else they would probably have challenged his right to come on such an errand, but there was something about Danville which made them all feel a trifle ill at ease. There was a certain atmosphere about White Scarf, as they called him, which caused them to respect him. "There's only one key," Connie said. "Yes, that's the one he wants," said Danville. "How are _we_ going to get in the locker then?" Vic Norris asked. "That canoe is patrol property; that's a rule in our troop about prizes." "Tent Village has got two boats assigned to it," said Bert McAlpin. "Gee, what more do you fellows want?" "You mean the scouts in Tent Village? I don't know," said Danville, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm talking about Alf's canoe. We're not going to be in Tent Village, we're going up on the hill; Black Hill you call it?" "You mean Overlook Cabin?" Connie asked in surprise. "Mmm, soon as they clear it out for us." "That'll cost money--twelve bucks a week not counting board," Connie said. "Yep, so I understand." "The bosses will have something to say about that." "I've engaged it," said Danville, then he added rather oddly: "You don't suppose I'm not acquainted with my own father, do you?" "Gee, that's some perch," said Connie. "Not so bad," said Danville. "How 'bout the key?" "You going to take the kid up there?" "N--no." "Bunk up there alone?" "No, Alf and I are going together." "That's what I mean," said Connie.