"Shall I bring the card to wigwag with?" Peter asked.
"No, don't bother. Got some matches? Never mind if you haven't."
Peter ran back and got some.
"If you're signalling tell them not to hurry with the school, we can wait. Scout Harris is giving us an education. He's going to move the lake to-morrow."
"He's a queer duck," one of the party sprawling around the tents said as the two made their way down toward the shore.
"Who, Pete?"
"No, Nick; jiminy, it always seems as if--I don't know--as if he has something up his sleeve."
"It's his arm," commented a joker.
"Maybe he knows about a mystery," Pee-wee said; "maybe there's treasure buried on this island."
"There'll be some scouts buried on this island if we all die laughing at you," another scout observed. "Come on, let's dig some bait."