TELLS ABOUT WHAT BERT TOLD ME
He seemed different from the way he was before. He was all excited when he talked, and I could see he was just crazy about those new plans.
I said, "But tell us how you rescued Skinny."
"Don't bother your head about trifles," he said. "The passage came out in the old creek bed in the high land east of the flood; I'll tell you about it later. Listen, do you know what those fellows were doing? They may be rotten scouts, Blakeley, but they're A-1 sports. They're having a pennant made in Catskill. They're going to fly it over the tent. It says Camp McCord."
"I don't see how you did all this so soon," I told him; "I wish you'd tell me about the rescue."
"Row quicker," he said, "I've got to see my patrol and get some duds and beat it back by the road. They'll understand. It'll only be a few days."
"Bert," I said, "I'm going with you; Westy and I are—"
He said, "Now don't begin that. We've had one flood already; isn't that enough? Do you want everybody leaving camp? The trustees won't stand for that. I can speak to my scoutmaster, but you can't because yours is away. Now don't spoil everything, please. Come down and see us to-morrow, both of you, and we'll give you a couple of home-made doughnuts."
"Will the twins make them?"
"Never you mind. Come down to-morrow and give us the once over. Just follow the shore up from Pike's Landing; you'll see a khaki colored tent in among the trees. That's us. They're putting up the tent now."