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He was drawn head over ears into scouting, and became leader of the new Elk Patrol in the First Bridgeboro Troop. For three seasons he was a familiar, if rather odd figure, at Temple Camp, which Mr.
This was Barrel Alley, the habitat of Jimmy Mattenburg and Sweet Caporal and the McNulty twins. Barrel Alley was the slum neighborhood of Bridgeboro and it was not very large. But it was large enough. Pee-wee explored the crooked, muddy, sordid street, gazing wistfully here and there for possible recruits. But no human material was to be seen.
"Look at the sign, will you! The place is discovered already!" Pee-wee did not wait for formal introductions. "We're going to start the Combination Scouts of Bridgeboro!" he shouted. "We're going to be sea scouts and land scouts all rolled into one! We took possession and it's all right! Old Trimmer can't say that he owned an island, can he?
"Visiting here, hey?" "I live in Bridgeboro, New Jersey; I'm here for the summer." Deadwood Gamely sat on the fence still looking, about him and whistling. Then, instead of bursting forth in derisive merriment as Pepsy dreaded he would do, he made an astonishing remark. "I tell you what I'll do," he said.
We're going to be better than the Ravens and the Elks and the Silver Foxes and I know how to make apple-sauce! We're going to be a new kind of a patrol!" "In the name of goodness, what's that, a phonograph?" one of the approaching canoeists called. "That's the discoverer," Roly called back. "He took possession of the island in the name of the King of Bridgeboro."
Tom knew that nothing had been heard from the Bridgeboro scouts since Uncle Jeb had told him definitely that they were scheduled to arrive on the first, as usual. He knew that no other letter had come, because all the camp mail had passed through his hands.
They slept as only those know how to sleep who go camping, and early in the morning continued their journey along the upper and tortuous reaches of the narrowing river. Early in the spring there had been a serious flood which had done much damage even down in Bridgeboro, and the three boys as they paddled carefully along were surprised at the havoc which had been wrought here on the upper river.
That he, Pee-wee Harris, mascot of the Raven Patrol, First Bridgeboro Troop, should have come to this! That he should be carried away by a pair of inhuman wretches, to what dreadful fate he shuddered to conjecture.
"You and Garry I " "I guess he knows what to think, too," said Roy, coldly. "I guess he has his opinion of the First Bridgeboro Troop's courage." "That's why I care most," said Tom, "on account of disgrace for one being disgrace for all and honor, too. But there's something "
That rotten little newspaper in Bridgeboro had a big headliner about me disappearing 'never seen after leaving Camp Dix; whereabouts a mystery' that's what it said, 'son of Professor Donnelle. What'd you think of that?" I told him I was mighty sorry for him, and I was, too.
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