"It's there yet," Roy said; "we should worry, let it stay there."
"Do you know where Columbus is?" Peewee shouted.
"He's dead," Roy said; "do you fellows come from anywhere near Dayton?"
"We come from Dansburg," said their scoutmaster, a bright-looking young fellow with red hair, who had been listening amusedly to this bantering talk.
A dead silence suddenly prevailed.
"Oh, I know who you fellows are," Roy finally said. "You're going to bunk in the three cabins on the hill, aren't you? Is your name Mr. Barnard?"
"Yes sir," the young man answered pleasantly, "and we're the first Dansburg, Ohio, troop."
"Do you like mince-pie?" Peewee shouted.
"We eat it alive," said scoutmaster Barnard.
"Can you eat seven pieces?" Peewee demanded.