Each patrol cook was allowed to have what he thought would best please those for whom he labored. Paul exercised only a general supervision over the whole matter, in order to make sure that there was no unnecessary waste. Consequently there would always be more or less rivalry between the three patrols, and much good natured "joshing" with regard to what they had to eat.
Once that bonfire was started, the scene assumed a different aspect. The glow lighted up the encampment, and filled the Banner Boy Scouts with a feeling of pardonable pride, because each one felt that he had a personal ownership in the camp under the wide spreading oak.
After a time they grew merry. William joked, another told a story that sent them into fits of laughter, and then songs were sung.
"How different they sound out here in the woods!" declared Wallace, as the last notes of a favorite air died away.
He was possibly the most satisfied member of the troop, for his love of the open air life had always been profound.
"Say, fellows, how about settling down to the prosy life after this gay old jaunt; tell me about that?" demanded William.
There was a storm of disapproval.
"Don't make us feel bad, old fellow!" pleaded one.
"Me for the gay life of a gypsy!" declared another.