w standing capitals, and some small letters and a
couple of surpluses."

"Deficits are good; did you ever hear of those?" Pee-wee asked.

"We need about eighty-five cents and fifty dollars," Roy said. "I guess
we'll start a drive only we haven't got any horse. Maybe we can catch
some goldfish down there and sell them for old gold. We should worry."

Mr. Bennett said, "Well now, you scouts ought to be able to raise some
funds. You seem to raise pretty nearly everything else."

"We raise the dickens," Grove Bronson said.

"We ought to be able to sell some stock," Roy said. "We've got some
rolling stock down there--one car. Only it doesn't roll. Who wants to
buy some stock in the Riverside Scout Camp? Watered stock, we dip it in
the river."

"You don't know what watered stock is; you're so smart," Pee-wee
sneered.

"Sure, it's milk," Roy said. "Right the first time, no sooner said than
stung."

"Never laugh at poverty," Westy said, as all the party began to shout.
"We're poor but dishonest."

"Sure," Roy ejaculated, "we wouldn't even steal a cent, that's why we
haven't any sense; deny it if you dare."

"We can sell papers at the station," Westy said.

"Sure, the _Saturday Evening Post_," Roy said. "We can do golden
deeds and get gold that way. We should bother our young lives. What care
us, quoth we? We'll think of a way. All we need is fifty dollars to put
tar-paper on the roof and a new cook stove in the car."

"Money talks," the kid shouted.

"Good night!" said Roy, "then we don't want any of it. You do enough
talking in this troop."

"Are you fellows all one outfit?" asked a young man who had been leaning
against the opposite counter, amused at their talk.

"United we stand, divided we sprawl," Roy said. "There are more of us,
too, only they're not here. They're by the river."

"I can give you a chance to earn some money if you really want to," the
young man said. "Do you think you could stick?"

"Our middle name is fly-paper," Roy informed him.

"Like camping?"

"Camping is named after us," Connie Bennett of the Elk Patrol said.
"We'd rather camp than eat."

"No we wouldn't," vociferated Pee-wee Harris.

"What kind of hours?" Doc Carson of the Ravens inquired.

"The usual kind," Roy volunteered, and put it up to their new friend if
this were not so. "The same kind we use in school, hey?" he added.

"Give him a chance to tell us what it is," said Westy Martin of Roy's
patrol. "We all start