inds," said Albert Cypher, who
seldom heard his own name among his friends, but was known far and wide
as Nuthin'.

But what else could a lad expect who was so unfortunate as to find
himself afflicted with such a name as A. Cypher?

"Yes, what's it all mean, Paul? You haven't even taken me in, you know,
and I'm as much in the dark as the next fellow," remarked Jack Stormways,
reproachfully; for being Paul's closest chum he might have expected to
share his confidence.

"Wait a bit. We might as well make ourselves comfortable while we're
about it. I'll sit down on this box, and the rest of you gather around on
the floor. I've got a big proposition to make, and you want to listen
carefully."

"T-t-take c-c-care of the lantern, f-f-fellows; my d-d-dad's w-w-wanting
this old barn f-f-for his t-t-tobacco crop, and he'd b-b-be some put out
if it b-b-burned just now!" came from Bluff.

Finding perches on various low piles of waste left over after the
shipment of the last crop, the six lads gathered around Paul, eagerness
stamped on every beaming face.

"Now, what's the idea that struck you this time, Paul?" demanded
Bobolink.

"I'll tell you without any beating around the bush, fellows. The thought
came to me that Stanhope was away behind the times. Other towns not
nearly so big, have one or more troops of Boy Scouts. Why shouldn't we
get up one here?" and Paul waited to hear what the response would be.

The six who sat in a ring looked at each other as though stunned by the
proposal. It was strange, indeed, that no one had up to this time taken
a lead in advancing such a thing.

"Bully idea, Paul!" ejaculated Jack, slapping a hand on his knee
enthusiastically, as though it appealed to him most decidedly.

"Well, I declare, to think that nobody ever mentioned such a grand
movement before. Count me in right from the start!" said Wallace
Carberry--sober Wallace, who usually measured his words as though they
were golden.

"And me too," observed Bobolink.

"Ditto for William!" called out the other Carberry Twin, grinning with
delight.

"G-g-guess I'd make a bully good t-t-tenderfoot!"

"That's the best thing you ever thought up, old chap," came from Nuthin'.

"Hurrah! every county heard from, and not one contrary word. It looks
as if there might be something doing right soon around this region,"
declared Paul, naturally pleased because his proposition had met with
such unanimous satisfaction.

"Tell us more ab