Hervey Willetts,
Troop Cabin 13.
After scrawling this conclusive affidavit and placing it under a weight on the desk of Mr. Wade, resident trustee, Hervey sauntered over to the cabins occupied by the two patrols of his troop, the Leopards and the Panthers. They were just getting ready to go to supper.
“Anything doing, Hervey?” his scoutmaster, Mr. Warren, asked him.
“Nothing doing,” Hervey answered laconically.
“Maybe he doesn’t know what you’re talking about,” one of his patrol, the Panthers, suggested. This was intended as a sarcastic reference to Hervey’s way of losing interest in his undertakings before they were completed.
“Have you got a trail—any tracks?” another asked.
Hervey began rummaging through his pockets and said, “I haven’t got one with me.”
“You didn’t happen to see that canoe in Council Shack, did you?” Mr. Warren asked him.
“Yes, it’s very nice,” Hervey said.
Mr. Warren paused a moment, irresolute.