“And I’ve got a dandy idea,” Pee-wee shouted. “As long as we’ve been mixed up with burglaries and all like that, and as long as we got this money in that way, we’ll have that cabin named Robbers’ Cave.”
I said, “Sure, because really we have to thank those burglars. If it hadn’t been for them, we wouldn’t be able to help poor scouts.”
“You’re crazy!” Pee-wee shouted.
“Roy is right,” Harry said. “We should not forget the poor, honest, hardworking burglars who never receive credit. They help the homeless, and feed the hungry and give poor boys a little whiff of the fresh country air, and for this they are denounced and misjudged. Never speak unkindly of the poor, charitable, kind-hearted burglar.”
Honest, that fellow is crazier than the rest of us. Poor little Skinny didn’t seem to know what to think.
CHAPTER XXX—WE SEE OUR FRIENDS
All the fellows said that was a good idea, and Grove said that if the trustees didn’t like the name of Robbers’ Cave, we would call the cabin, West Cabin, on account of Judge West. Pee-wee said the only good place left for a cabin at Temple Camp was on what we called East Hill, and if it was on East Hill, how could we call it West Cabin?
“Anyway, let’s get some breakfast,” I said.
So then Harry called up Judge West in Crystal Falls, and I guess Judge West must have been a pretty nice man, because Harry was laughing a lot while they were talking. You bet that fellow knows how to talk to anybody. Especially girls.
He said, “Well, it’s all right; I told the judge all about it and he’s strong for Robbers’ Cave—he says he likes that name best. He seems to think he’d like to visit Temple Camp some time.”