“He isn’t trusting to witnesses,” Bert said; “he’s lost and he knows it.”
I said, “That’s one thing I like about the raving Ravens; they’re always sure of themselves. When one of them gets lost he knows it.”
“You make me tired!” Pee-wee yelled. “He’s a tenderfoot. He’s going to be the best scout in my patrol——”
“That’s easy,” I said. “Maybe he isn’t the best scout in camp, I’m not saying, but he’s the best scout that’s lost in the woods. A scout is thorough. He’s some scout all right; when he gets lost he gets good and lost.” Then I shouted, “What’s the matter, Kid? Lost, strayed or stolen?”
The poor kid just stared at us and smiled as if he thought we had saved his life.
“I’m—I’m mixed up,” he said; “I started and I came back to the same place and I don’t know where I am. Are you—did you come from camp?”
I said, “No, we’re on our way there. Calm down, you’re all right. The camp is about six miles west. What are you doing here, anyway?”
“I’m—I’m doing a—a test,” he said.
Hervey Willetts just rolled on the ground and screamed. All the rest of us started to laugh except Pee-wee.
“These fellows are crazy,” the kid said; “don’t you mind them.”