"Oh, yes, I make inspection every day. You'll be sick of the sight of me."
He was off again, striding down the little hill. He passed among the tents, around Visitors' Bungalow, and toward the cabins in Good Turn Grove. Somewhat removed from these (a couple of good turns from them, as Roy Blakeley said) was the cabin of Mr. Denny's troop.
The boys were getting ready to go down and they greeted Tom cheerily.
"Where's Hervey?" he asked.
He had not seen Hervey since late the previous night, just after returning from the mountain. Hervey was then so exhausted as hardly to know him. The young assistant fancied a sort of constraint among the boys and he thought that maybe Hervey's condition had taken an alarming turn.
"Ask Mr. D.," said one of the scouts.
"H'lo, Mr. Denny," said Tom, stepping into one of the cabins. No one was there but the scoutmaster. "Where's our wandering boy to-night?"
"He has been dismissed from camp, I'm sorry to say," said Mr. Denny. "Sit down, won't you?"
Tom could hardly speak for astonishment.
"You mean the camp—down at the office——"