Tom smiled. If the scouts at Temple Camp could have scared up twenty dollars among them they would have been lucky. “We might club together and buy the anchor,” Tom laughed.
“Don’t miss it, Slady; go down and look it over. You can crawl right in through one of the port-holes—I did; it’s a cinch. Any dinner left?”
“You’d better go and ask Chocolate Drop,” said Tom.
With a stick which he always carried, Hervey removed his outlandish rimless hat, cut full of holes, and revolving it upon the end of the stick sauntered up toward the cooking shack singing,
“Oh the life of a scout is good,
so good;
He always does just what he should,
I would.
Big trees he can climb,
And he’s always on time;