"If it's their place--"
"Leave them to me, I'll fix it," Pee-wee announced vociferously.
"That relieves us," said Scoutmaster Ned, lying back on the ground, after sitting up to inspect the approaching boat; "we are safe in the hands of Scout Harris. Let them come. We should worry our young lives."
The boat made straight for the new camp, and it appeared to contain two men. The one who was rowing wore a large straw hat and his suspenders were visible.
"They're scoutmasters!" Pee-wee shouted. This seemed as good a guess as any.
The two men landed, drew the boat up very methodically and approached the camp.
"Good afternoon," said Scoutmaster Ned, dragging himself to his feet and seating himself upon a grocery box. "Beautiful fall weather we're having. Just a little crisp out on the water, eh? Won't you sit down--if you can find something to sit on?"
Whether the weather was crisp or not, the man who spoke first was very crisp indeed.
"You in charge of these lads?" he asked.
"Well, we're all sort of in charge of each other," said Scoutmaster Ned. "I guess I'm the goat."