That was what we did, standing just outside the gate, where we could see a light streaming through an open window in Bill's room.
Skinny led off with three. I followed, and the others in turn, ending with Benny. Skinny said that it sounded like the booming of minute guns in some battle or other, that he read about in a book.
Say, it surprised the folks living around there. Before we were half through, they came running out of their houses to see what was going on. It made us feel proud and we were just going to do it over again, when we heard Bill cawing in the house and Mrs. Wilson threw the door open and stood there laughing.
"I judge by the sound," said she, "that the Ravens have arrived and are in good voice."
We found Bill sitting in a big chair, with his foot propped up and his eyes shining.
At first we didn't know just how to act, until in a few minutes Mr. Norton came and then Mrs. Wilson brought in some ice cream and some clusters of strawberries, with dishes of powdered sugar to dip them into.
We knew how to act then, all right, and for a few minutes we were too busy to talk.
I am not going to tell what all the Scouts did on that hike. I already have told what happened to some of us. There didn't much happen to most of them, anyhow, any more than there did to me. It was different with Skinny. Something almost always happened to him.