“I’ll pick them up,” Pee-wee shouted.
“And hold them——” Brent started again.
“I can pick up any tracks and hold them even on hard land,” Pee-wee said. “Don’t you know I’ve got the pathfinder’s badge?”
“He’s got so many badges he’s got the badger beat,” I said.
“Well, here they are,” Brent said.
By that time we had come to the shore and there in front of us were a couple of pieces of railroad track about a foot long each. They were the same two pieces that had always been there; they used to be used for anchors in the rowboats.
Every scout in camp knew about those two rusty old pieces of railroad track.
Brent said, very sober like, “What do you think of them? Is it a bull moose?”
“They look more like the tracks of a pig,” I said; “they’re pig iron.”
“You said you could pick up any tracks and hold them,” Westy said to Pee-wee. “Let’s see you do it.”