Scout Harris faced a cruel world alone.
Meanwhile, Billy Simpson had been called to Temple Camp from Bridgeboro
to fill (if anyone could fill) the enormous space left vacant in the
Raven Patrol by the withdrawal of its enterprising genius.
"Never mind," said Mr. Ellsworth, the troop's scoutmaster, "there are
plenty of fish in the sea--to say nothing of Pollywogs. Bridgeboro is
full of permanent material. You have all this winter to round up a new
patrol."
"Only don't round up any snow men because they melt," said Roy
Blakeley, leader of the Silver Foxes; "and don't bother with shadows
because you can't depend on them. And when you get a scout put a paper
weight on him so he won't blow away."
"If you'll give me some of the biscuits you make, I'll use them for
weights," Pee-wee shouted.
"You mean you'll eat them," Roy said. "What are you going to name the
new patrol? Why don't you name it the Canned Salmon? Then they can't
get away from you."
"Sure, you can have a can-opener for your emblem," said Dorry Benton.
"Maybe we'll call ourselves the Airedales because scouts like fresh
air," Pee-wee said. "I got a lot of ideas."
"He thinks Airedales are named after the air," said Doc Carson.
"Sure, just the same as Pennsylvania is named after the Pennsylvania
Railroad," Roy said.
"You make me tired!" Pee-wee shouted disgustedly. "You leave it to me,
I'll think up a name. I know four fellers already that'll join. Maybe
I'll decide to start a whole new troop and not bother with this one.
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