Roy Blakely, Pathfinder

Harry Donnelle said to me, "Skeezeks, are yo

are our specialtie

even over as far as the Hudson," he said; "but a hike that

"We're so game that a ball game isn't anything c

s thinking of a litt

maybe you meant as far as Kingston or

udson," he said, "and we could jump on a West S

id; "Silver Foxes don't jump on trains. But how about the other fellow

hink I am, General Pershing?" And then he ruffled up my beautiful curly hair and he gave me a shove-same w

ou'd better speak to Mr. Ellsworth (he's our scou

ou leave that to me. I just wanted to sound you and find out if y

re only two things that keep us from hiking around the wor

he said, laughing all the while. And he ga

ll you what you do. You call a meeting of t

'd think it was a plate of soup. I'll stand on t

e a wilderness where there is no peanut brittle. Tell them that we'll have to enter a jungle where gum drops are unknown. Tell them that we may have to live on grasshoppers. Tell them

allows in the marshes," I

'll do the rest. I'll speak to Mr. Ellsworth. But remember about the heartless desert with its burni

andy hair. Then comes Dorry Benton-he's got a wart on his wrist. Then comes Huntley Manners-Badleigh, that's his middle name. Sometimes we call him Bad Manners. Then comes Charlie Seabury and then comes Will Dawson and then come Tom Warner and Ralph Warner-they're twins. They're both better looking than each other-th

e speech I

ow F

t down, Bad Manners. I've got something

began shouting sepa

ridgeboro. He says we can go with him if we want to. Our time i

patrols will go back down the Hudson in the house-boat. Every fellow that's in favor of hiking it home with M

hem in our duffel b

take them in our f

told them about the forests and morasses and jungles and dese