We wrote a couple of notices on pages out of my field book and fixed them on the doors of the car. They said:
"This car is the property of the First Bridgeboro, N. J., Troop B. S. A.
"Trespassing forbidden."
Mr. Pedro came over and told us that if anybody went in that car while we were gone, he'd call up a lawyer in Flimdunk.
As long as we didn't have much left to eat we went over to a shack and got some coffee and doughnuts. Good night! The coffee was twenty cents a cup, and the doughnuts were ten cents each. Then we had a ride on the merry-go-round, and after that we had some ice-cream cones. Those cones were fifteen cents each and even the ice cream didn't go down into the cone, like in Bennett's at home.
Westy said, "The biggest part of those doughnuts were the holes in them."
"Sure," I told him; "the price of holes has gone up; it's simply terrible the high price of emptiness."
Wig said, "I was always crazy to see a robbers' cave and now I see one."
We went out through the main entrance, because we wanted to go to Flimdunk and send telegrams to our homes, so our mothers and fathers wouldn't worry.
"It's only a couple of miles," Westy said.