“Listen to who’s talking about silence,” I said. “Don’t make me laugh. We should have brought the reflex echo home with us to prove we were up in that steeple.”
“Maybe we’ll take the original voice home with us, that’s better, hey?” Warde said.
That reminded us to call again, and that time the voice answered good and plain.
“Sit down and take it easy, we’re coming,” Garry shouted.
Pretty soon we could see a brown hat in among the trees.
“It’s a scout,” Bert said.
“He must be a tenderfoot to be lost five or six miles from camp,” Hervey said. “All he had to do was to climb a tree.”
“I know who he is!” Pee-wee started shouting; “it’s Willie Cook. He’s the new member of my patrol. He comes from East Bridgeboro.”
“You ought to tie a cow-bell around his neck the next time you let him roam around in the woods,” Bert said.
I said, “Sure. Why don’t you make him play in the backyard? Safety first. He’s a raving Raven, all right; he’s lost and he can prove it.”