“Emblem of the woods!” I said. “Did you hear that?”
“I guess he told Skinny we were going to chop down some saplings to-morrow for stanchions on the boat,” Westy said.
“Goodness knows what he didn’t tell him,” I said, “Skinny will be chopping down all the fence rails in Barrel Alley if Pee-wee has his way.”
Oh, boy, we had huckleberry pie for supper, and didn’t Westy and I have two helpings! “There’s only one thing scouts like about huckleberry pie,” my father said, “and that’s the taste of it.”
CHAPTER XXI
SOMETHING MISSING
After supper Westy and I started for troop meeting. It was getting dark fast and we went scout-pace down the hill, because after all that had happened you bet we didn’t want to be late. No, siree.
All the while we were talking about just what I ought to say when I presented Skinny to the Elks, because that’s what we were going to do that night. And I was the one to do it, because I was patrol leader. Westy had a blue ribbon, because that’s the Elks’ color, and he was going to pin it on Skinny with an express tag that he got that day. He had it all written nice and neat on the tag.
From the Silver Foxes to the Elks.
Handle with Care.
I told him to put prepaid on it, too, and then he said it would be a good idea to put some thrift stamps on Skinny’s face. Jiminy, that fellow Westy has some crazy ideas.