"Now, start out, fellows, and let's see who'll be the lucky one to discover this hidden shack where these men must stay nights," Elmer concluded.
"Say, hold on here! Is that what you're looking for—a hidden shack? Why, I can take you to one right now," called out a voice.
The speaker was Landy Smith.
CHAPTER VII.
THE AMBITION OF LANDY.
Every boy became suddenly stationary when this surprising intelligence broke from the lips of the new member, who, like three others in the troop, did not wear a khaki uniform.
Elmer had several times let his eye fall on the stout boy, as though trying to guess what his manner indicated.
He had seen Landy come up last of all, panting so for breath that not one word had he spoken while the scout master was explaining things.
Landy was not only a tenderfoot scout, but he had in a number of ways proven his right to the title of greenhorn.