“It must have been awful in that flivver, coming along here,” Harry said.
“Anyway, you bet I’ll be glad to see Brent and those fellows,” I told him.
“I only hope we find them,” Harry said.
“I only hope we find the treasure,” Grove spoke up.
Harry said, “Yes, we’ll have to get on the job now and remember that we’re out for buried gold.”
It was fine going from Watertown to Steuben Junction, even if the road was bad. Because anyway, even if motoring is a lot of fun, that isn’t what scouts think most about. What they think most about is the woods. And we went through dandy woods. I was glad we had to go slow, because we like to be in the woods. Gee, that was one good thing about that road anyway—it went through the woods.
It was nice and dark in there and in some places you could only just see the sky through the trees. There were a lot of squirrels, too, in those woods. I like the red ones best. But you can’t tame a chipmunk. Squirrels you can. It reminded me of Temple Camp to hear the birds, because at Temple Camp that’s the first thing you hear mornings. Robins, gee, there are a lot of them up there. Right near our troop cabin there’s an elm with seven of them in it. One more and they’d be a full patrol.
Harry said, “Nice riding through here, hey?”
Grove said, “Listen to that noise.”
“It’s a tree-toad,” Pee-wee said; “don’t you know a tree-toad when you hear one?”