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They were both interested in tracking and made many little trips together, for Tom had much time to himself. One morning, as Tom, according to rule, was making his regular inspection of the pavilion, he lingered for a few minutes in Garry's corner to chat with him. "You're not getting ready to go?" he asked in surprise, noticing that some of the troop's paraphernalia had been packed.
Impulsive Roy was the moving spirit of the plan; Pee-wee was its megaphone, and in the early days of the Bridgeboro troop's stay a dozen or more scouts had worked like beavers making a path up through the woods, covering the shack with bark, and raising a flagpole near it.
"Tut, tut, never mind the daylight. We don't need it in modern photography. We'll go up and look at the place," said the manager. Then to the chauffeur he shouted: "Here, Jim, fasten a rope to the truck and I'll have this machine of mine tow you up to the scouts' headquarters." For the next days the troop's headquarters on Otter Hill was the strangest place imaginable.
You hold Gyp in, Stacia. We're quite near the track, and he doesn't love the Limited Express." She was alone and tramped with a sure tread that might have marked her a True Tred had Tessie any knowledge of the troop's name. "Those girls are everywhere," she told herself, and then fell to day dreams of girl scout possibilities.
Again the troop's commander left his card, determining to remain indoors at the manor until the return visit had been paid, which would have to be done within twenty-four hours if no rudeness were intended. He was not a little astonished to find, on returning to the manor, that Count Vavel had left a card for him with the porter. Such promptness perplexed the colonel.
Over at "C" Troop's quarters was the lieutenant's saddle, ready packed with blanket, greatcoat, and bulging saddle-bags. Over in "C" Troop's stables was Deltchay the lieutenant's bronco charger, ready fed and groomed, wondering why he was kept in when the other horses were out at graze.
Then Lily, aroused to the support of Marjorie rather than of Frieda, made an appealing speech, telling of the vastness of New York City, and its great temptations. She mentioned the troop's responsibility toward Frieda, at least until they could get her back home. She spoke earnestly, and the girls were greatly impressed. Marjorie cast a grateful look in her direction as Lily sat down.
"Maybe I could find time." Andy winked. Don walked to the door. Was that the way to handle this hot-tempered scout humor him a bit, praise him a little, give him the important assignments? "Here come Bobbie and Ritter," said Andy. The two scouts arrived, somewhat breathless from running, and the work started. Don took splints and bandages from the troop's medicine chest.
When we found many hundred spent cartridges of the Spaniards a hundred yards in front of G Troop's position, the question as to who had fired on us was answered. It was an exceedingly hot corner. The whole troop was gathered in the little open place blocked by the network of grape-vines and tangled bushes before it.
That's our bi-troop sign. We have two troops; always hang together. A troop's one bunch in scouting. That kid thought the Maltese Cross meant that the cup was to drink malted milk out of. He's a three-ring circus, that kid." "It was a stunt to send that to make that light, wasn't it?" Peter asked. "Well, I'll say it was," said Scoutmaster Ned, giving the cup another admiring rub.
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