"I've been around a lot," the irrepressible Peewee piped up from his wobbly seat on an up-ended suitcase. "Sure, he was conductor on a merry-go-round," Roy said. "What part of Ohio do you fellows come from?" "The Ohio River used to be in our geography," Peewee said. "It's there yet," Roy said; "we should worry, let it stay there." "Do you know where Columbus is?" Peewee shouted. "He's dead," Roy said; "do you fellows come from anywhere near Dayton?" "We come from Dansburg," said their scoutmaster, a bright-looking young fellow with red hair, who had been listening amusedly to this bantering talk. A dead silence suddenly prevailed. "Oh, I know who you fellows are," Roy finally said. "You're going to bunk in the three cabins on the hill, aren't you? Is your name Mr. Barnard?" "Yes sir," the young man answered pleasantly, "and we're the first Dansburg, Ohio, troop." "Do you like mince-pie?" Peewee shouted. "We eat it alive," said scoutmaster Barnard. "Can you eat seven pieces?" Peewee demanded. "If we can get them," young Mr. Barnard replied. "G--o--o--d night!" Peewee commented. "Our young hero has a fine voice for eating," Roy observed. "Sometimes he eats his own words, he's so hungry." "I don't think you can beat the Dansburg, Ohio, scouts eating," Mr. Barnard observed. "Is Dansburg on the map?" Peewee wanted to know. "Well, it thinks it is," Mr. Barnard smiled. "I know all about geography," Peewee piped up, "and natural history, too. I got E plus in geometry." "Can you name five animals that come from the North Pole?" Peewee demanded, regaining his seat after an inglorious tumble. "Four polar bears and a seal," Roy answered; "no sooner said than stung. Our young hero is the camp cut-up. You fellows ought to be glad he won't be up on the hill with you. He's worse than the mosquitoes." "We used to bunk in those cabins on the hill," Peewee said; "there are snakes and things up there. Are you scared of girls?" "Not so you'd notice it," one of the Dansburg scouts said. "Gee, I'm not scared of girls, that's one thing," Peewee informed them. "I'm not scared of any kind of wild animals." "And would you call a girl a wild animal?" young Mr. Barnard inquired, highly amused. "They scream when they get in a boat," Peewee said; "most always they smile at me." "Oh, that's nothing, the first time I ever saw you I laughed out loud," Roy said. And at that everybody laughed out loud, and somebody gave Peewee an apple which kept him quiet for a while. "I'm very sorry we can't all be up on that hill together," Mr. Barnard said, "I gather that it's a rather isolated spot." "What's an isolated spot?" Peewee yelled. "It's a spot where they cut ice," said Roy; "shut up, will you?" "Are there only three cabins up there?" one of the Dansville scouts wanted to know. "That's all," Westy Martin, of Roy's troop answered. "We spent, let's see, three summers up there. We had the hill all to ourselves. We even did our own cooking."