"I been readin' it," he explained guiltily, referring to its murky condition.
Work on the boxes was suspended for a few minutes, while Fred read the letter aloud.
"Things sure are comin' our way," said Herb, when the general shout of approval had died down. "Where's Hawke this morning?"
"I saw him right after breakfast, and he said he was coming over. He got the letter about being scout master, and—"
"There he is now," broke in Carlito, hearing a firm step on the stairs.
"Howdy, fellows," hailed the aviator, as he came into the already crowded room.
"Good morning, Scout Master," greeted Dunk, bowing low, while the other boys followed suit.
"I see I have another job on my hands now," said Hawke, good-naturedly, "But then I don't think you'll be hard to train."
"We're sure glad you're going to be one of the bunch," answered Herb cordially.
"These are our scout outfits," explained Fred, noticing that Hawke was regarding the packing boxes with wrinkled brows.