uminated.

"I'll take you to the trolley," Pee-wee shouted, as the island gave
evidence of an intention to bunk into the east bank of the river.
"Because I know how to find my way in the woods--scouts have to know
all those things--I can tell by moss and hop-toads and things, which is
east and west. I'll take you to the trolley. If we should get lost in
the woods I know how to cook bark so you can eat it, only scouts don't
get lost. So do you want me to take you to the trolley?"

Brownie was about to whisper his disapproval of this to Townsend but
Townsend cut him short. "Let him do it," he said; "if he stays here
he'll make a hunter's stew. We can put one over on him by cooking
supper while he's gone. Safety first. If he goes ashore they may get
lost, if he stays here we're _all_ lost."

"True," said Billy.

"Absolutely correct," said Brownie.

"That's what you call an argument," said Roly Poly.

"It's a teckinality," said Nuts.

"Discoverer," said Townsend, "the patrol thinks that you are the proper
one to escort our guests to the Edgemere trolley."

"Isn't that perfectly _lovely_!" said one of the girls.

"If the woods should wander away while you're in them," said Townsend,
"send up a smoke signal and we'll come and rescue you. Don't hurry
back, Discoverer; remember, these girls come first of all. We'll tie
the island to a tree and have a game of mumbly peg. You'll find us
here when you get back."

"Well," said Townsend, after he had securely fastened the island to
shore by a piece of rope, "let's make hay while the sun shines and get
supper. In an hour or so it may be too late. After all our adventures
I feel that another hunter's stew----"

"If the island saw another hunter's stew it would run away," said
Brownie.

"We've had quite a week of it, hey?" said Billy.

"Yes, I don't think I've ever been around so much in a week before,"
said Townsend; "I feel like a pinwheel."

"Or a top," said Brownie.

"Something like that," said Townsend. "Well, Joe, what do you think
of us?" he added, sprawling on the ground as was his wont. The others
began preparations for supper.

"How about some spaghetti?" Roly Poly asked. "Could you eat some
spaghetti?"

"I might if I were coaxed," said Townsend. "How about you, Joe?"

Townsend had made it his religious duty all through that week to
consult Keekie Joe about every meal, and indeed about everything that
was to be done. He jealously saw