The scouts of the village stood upon the wharf and waved a last good-bye to the three as the Good Turn chugged merrily away.
"I'm going to give that fellow the full salute," said Tom, raising his hand to his forehead. "He's a wonder."
The scouts on shore received this tribute to their comrade with shouts, throwing their hats in the air and giving three lusty cheers for the "Silver Foxes and the Elks" as the launch, swerving out into midstream, bent her course for Catskill Landing.
"He sure is a wonder," said Roy.
"I told him all about you," chimed in Pee-wee, "and all the stunts you can do."
"He seems to be prouder of his Ford jokes than of his signal work," laughed Roy. "He——"
"Oh, crinkums, he knows some dandy Ford jokes, and his wrist is so strong from paddling that he can stick a shovel in the ground and turn it around with one hand; oh, he's got that paddle twist down fine, Roy; but, gee, he says you're all right; even before you came he said that; as soon as I told him who it was that signaled——"
"Do you think they'll come up?" Roy interrupted.
"Sure they will; I told them all about the camp and how they could have a cabin to themselves—they're only a small troop, one patrol, and he wants to know you better; gee, I told him all about you and how you could——"
"All right, kiddo," laughed Roy.