"We are Scouts," shouted Skinny, aiming with his gun and dodging so quickly that he almost slid down the roof.

We all looked at one another in surprise, wondering what he meant. Benny spoke up first.

"What are those things, Skinny?" he asked.

"Why," said Skinny, "haven't you been readin' about 'em? They are—er—they are—er—they're just Scouts, that's all.—They scout around, you know, and do all kinds of stunts."

"Scoot around, you mean," I told him.

"Well, it's the same thing, ain't it?"

"Not for mine," said Bill, shaking his head. "Scouts may be all right, but Injuns and bandits are good enough for me."

"Here's the book, anyhow," said Skinny.

He pulled out of his pocket a little book, which told all about "The Boy Scouts of America."

"That's what we are going to be, the Boy Scouts of America, or part of them. They have members all over the country. We'll call ourselves 'The Boy Scouts of Bob's Hill,' when we have our meetings."