"There's a boy scout over there," he told Spencer. "He wanted to help cut a piece, so I let him. Do you mind?"
"Not a bit. I'd like to get a whole troop of boy scouts to help. They ought to be some good at our game."
"There is a troop of them camped the other side of the mound, this boy says. Maybe we could get them to help."
Spencer straightened himself in his seat.
"Bright idea, Glen. To-night you shall push Jolly Bill and the old billy-cart over there, and we'll give them a chance to do a good turn."
Glen went back to where the scout was working.
"That's enough," he said. "You've given me quite a rest. We're coming over to see you to-night."
"I hope you will," the scout replied. "My father is the scout master and I know he'll be glad to have you come. His name is Newton."
"I suppose you get along with the same name?" suggested Glen.
"I surely do. And my other name is Corliss, but the fellows call me Apple."