ppened next. All I know is, I heard my Scout Handbook go kerflop on
the floor and Vic Norris of the Ravens grabbed the Silver Fox emblem
right out of my hand and began waving it. All of a sudden I saw Westy
and he didn't say anything only put his arm around my shoulder and he
started to say something and, oh, I don't know, he just couldn't. Then
I heard a fellow asking him what was the matter, because he was husky,
kind of, and his eyes shiny-you know. And he said he had a cold. Oh, boy!

"He caught cold from drinking out of a damp glass," Doc Carson shouted.
Honest, you couldn't hear yourself think. And Pee-wee--g--o--o--d night!
Then Mr. Ellsworth held up his hand and we all quieted down.

"Before we go any further," he said, "and while our lungs are working
overtime I want every member of the Raven Patrol and every member of
the Elk Patrol to give three cheers for the Silver Foxes, scouts, real
scouts, everyone of them, and for their leader, Roy Blakeley. After
that you can hold your election."

CHAPTER XIX

THE END OF THE MEETING

Oh, boy, some excitement! "Excuse me while I blush," I said. For they
were all shouting and Pee-wee was on top of the table dancing and
yelling, "Hurrah for the Solid Silver Foxes! Three cheers for the
Sterling Silver Foxes!" Believe me, that kid is self-starting, but
he isn't self stopping.

Then I told them that I had something more to say, and they shouted it
was their turn to do the saying, and believe me, they did--with something
left over. At last Mr. Ellsworth got us throttled down and he told me to
say what I had to say, because Mr. Bennett had a word or two for us.

So I told them my idea that I'd had in my head all the time, and you
just wait and see how many adventures it led to. That's one good thing
about good turns; they most always start something. Already Pee-wee
was started.

I told them I thought instead of keeping Tom Slade's place open, kind of
in memory of him, it would be better to put Skinny McCord in that vacant
place and take him up to Temple Camp and help him to get well. Then I
told them how he read the Handbook, and how he was crazy about scouting,
only he was scared of the fellows because he was so poor. And then I said
that findings is keepings and that Skinny belonged to the Silver Foxes,
and they would make a present of him to the Elks on account of Tom
Slade.

"Anyway," I said, "when Tom gets back he'll be old enough for
assistant scoutmast