"Lucky for the place," interrupted Nick in his dry, drawling way.
"I always go on expeditions," Pee-wee explained. "I even discovered islands and things. I discovered a mountain once, up at Temple Camp, only somebody discovered it before I did. I discovered this place day before yesterday when I was tracking a mud-turtle. Once I found a peninsula only it wasn't there the next day."
"Who took it?"
"The tide came up and it was under water. Do you want me to show you how to make drain ditches around tents?"
They put up the tents and dug drain ditches around them and cleared a place for the camp-fire and brought wood for it. They chopped supports for their messboard and drove them into the pine-carpeted earth and laid the long boards upon them. To do Pee-wee justice, the place was an ideal camping spot. And what was one day's work of moving, against almost an entire month of camping in that sequestered glen, among fragrant pines?
"You've got the right idea, Scout Harris," said Scoutmaster Ned.
"It was a--a inspiration," said Pee-wee.
"Do you have those often?" Nick asked.
"Oh boy! I have them all the time."
"But how about a landing place?" a scout asked.