“I can give you a chance to earn some money if you really want to,” the young man said. “Do you think you could stick?”
“Our middle name is fly-paper,” Roy informed him.
“Like camping?”
“Camping is named after us,” Connie Bennett of the Elk Patrol said. “We’d rather camp than eat.”
“No we wouldn’t,” vociferated Pee-wee Harris.
“What kind of hours?” Doc Carson of the Ravens inquired.
“The usual kind,” Roy volunteered, and put it up to their new friend if this were not so. “The same kind we use in school, hey?” he added.
“Give him a chance to tell us what it is,” said Westy Martin of Roy’s patrol. “We all started saying we’d like to earn some money; talk is cheap.”
“Sure, that’s why we use so much of it,” said Roy. “If it cost anything we couldn’t afford it.”
“Well,” said the young man, “I’ve got a job and I need help. It’s outdoors and it means camping and living rough. It means cooking our own meals. You could get a little money out of it; not much, but a little.”