ide out as a reminder that he had not yet performed his daily good
turn. Upon mailing the letter to its proper address, and not until then,
would Scout Harris, R.P. F.B.T. B.S.A., put his hat on right side out.
He also took some fudge which he had made as a tribute to his unknown
Woodcliff friend. He was prepared to chop her to pieces or to give her
candy, whichever the occasion required.

He was indeed a human quartermaster's department and in addition to this
equipment he carried also somewhere in the depths of one of his pockets
a scout note book wherein the good scout rule of "jotting down things
seen by the way" was scrupulously obeyed. There were few wayside trifles
that escaped Scout Harris' observant eye. A sample page from this record
of his travels will give an idea of his thoroughness:

August 10th. From Temple Camp to Catskill. Passed a worm also a
piece of a ginger snap. Passed a smell like a kitchen. Found a
rubber heel in the road. A dead bug was upside down in a puddle.
Met a fence. Saw something that looked like a snake but it was a
shoe-lace. Had a soda in Catskill. Had another--raspberry. Saw a
flat tire as flat as a pancake and it started me thinking about
pancakes.

And so on, and so on.

It was Roy whom Pee-wee chose to accompany him on his important mission.
They had reached a point about fifty yards from the shacks, two of which
were well-nigh demolished, when they heard a voice and turning saw Warde
Hollister drop from a rafter and come running toward them.

"How far is Woodcliff?" he asked, out of breath, and as if caught by a
sudden idea.

"'Bout six or seven miles," Roy said. "We don't know just exactly where
we're going except that it's somewhere around Woodcliff Lake."

"I might make my last test," Warde panted. "I just happened to think of
it." He looked rather appealingly at Roy who was his patrol leader.

"Come ahead," said Roy, "I'm glad you thought of it."

"Have you got your note book?" Pee-wee vociferously demanded. "You've
got to jot down everything you see and write a satisfactory description
of it."

"Only the test says _alone or with another scout_." Warde said
doubtfully. "What do you think? It would be a peach of a chance and I'm
crazy to get my first class badge."

"The question is, are we to consider Pee-wee a scout?" Roy said, winking
at Warde. "Is he a scout or a sprout?"

"It's just as you say, you're patrol leader," Warde laughed.