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"Not so you'd notice it," one of the Dansburg scouts said. "Gee, I'm not scared of girls, that's one thing," Peewee informed them. "I'm not scared of any kind of wild animals." "And would you call a girl a wild animal?" young Mr. Barnard inquired, highly amused. "They scream when they get in a boat," Peewee said; "most always they smile at me."
"Yes sir," the young man answered pleasantly, "and we're the first Dansburg, Ohio, troop." "Do you like mince-pie?" Peewee shouted. "We eat it alive," said scoutmaster Barnard. "Can you eat seven pieces?" Peewee demanded. "If we can get them," young Mr. Barnard replied. "G o o d night!" Peewee commented. "Our young hero has a fine voice for eating," Roy observed.
And he had given the three cabins on the hill to Scoutmaster Barnard's troop in Dansburg, Ohio. No one but Tom had arrived at the office and for just a few moments, standing there near Miss Ellison's typewriter and with the prosy letter files about, he was again in France. He could hear the booming of the great guns again, see the flashes of fire.... He sat down and wrote,
It was postmarked Dansburg, Ohio, and he opened it with some curiosity, for the former letters in this correspondence had been addressed to Mr. Burton, as manager. His curiosity turned to surprise as he read, DEAR MR. SLADE: In one of the little circulars of Temple Camp which you sent us, your name appears as assistant to Mr. Burton in the Temple Camp office.
P.S. Have hot biscuits, too. There were a couple of letters to Uncle Jeb from the camp office, and the rest were to scouts in camp whom Tom did not know, for he had made no acquaintances. There was one letter for Tom, bearing the postmark of Dansburg, Ohio, which he opened with curiosity and read with increasing consternation.
So bye bye, till I see you, Twice, three times, Tom read this letter through, in utter dismay. What did it mean? He squinted his eyes and scrutinized the signature, as if to make sure that he read it aright. There was the name, W. Barnard. The handwriting was Barnard's, too. And the envelope had been postmarked in Dansburg, Ohio, two days prior to the day of its arrival. How could this be?
"Sometimes he eats his own words, he's so hungry." "I don't think you can beat the Dansburg, Ohio, scouts eating," Mr. Barnard observed. "Is Dansburg on the map?" Peewee wanted to know. "Well, it thinks it is," Mr. Barnard smiled. "I know all about geography," Peewee piped up, "and natural history, too. I got E plus in geometry." "Can you name five animals that come from the North Pole?"
Best wishes to you, WILLIAM BARNARD, Scoutmaster 1st Dansburg Troop, B.S.A., Dansburg, Ohio. Tom could hardly believe his eyes as he read the letter. William Barnard! Would he ever forget the long night spent in that dank, dark shell-hole? Would he ever forget that chance companion in peril, who had nursed him and cheered him all through that endless night?
"It's to the Second Dansburg Troop and the name of the scoutmaster is William Barnard," Tom said, "and this is what I want to say...." "Yes, say it in your own words," she reminded him. "We got I mean received," he dictated hesitatingly, "your letter and we can give you can give you three cabins three cabins together and kind of separate like you say numbers five, six, and seven.
This is the way the letter read: MR. WILLIAM BARNARD, Scoutmaster, Second Dansburg Troop, Dansburg, Ohio. These are in an isolated spot, as you requested, being somewhat removed from the body of the camp. Circular of rates and particulars is enclosed. Kindly answer promptly, as applications are numerous. Yours truly,
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