of gold paint?” “Wonder what ever became of him and those kids?” Harry said. It was while my patrol was on the long hike home from Temple Camp with Harry Donnelle last summer, that we met Brent Gaylong and the five little fellows that he called his patrol. They were on a hike to find a missing person. They belonged in Newburgh and they were awful poor. They were so poor that Brent named their patrol the Church Mice. But one thing, that fellow was crazy for adventures and he had an awful funny way of telling things. Gee, he had us laughing a lot on the night that we all camped together. Pee-wee and Grove and Skinny had never met him, because they weren’t with us on that trip—momentous trip. “I’d like to see little Willie Wide-Awake again,” Harry said. I said, “It’s too bad we didn’t think of it in time; we might have gone through Newburgh.” “Too late now,” Harry said. Now I’m coming to the first adventure of that trip and it’s mostly about Pee-wee, but it has something to do with being hungry, too. That’s one thing Scouts like better than dinner and that’s supper. Especially Pee-wee is always hungry; Harry says he’s a whole famine all by himself. It was dark when we left Albany, because we had to stay there to get our radiator fixed, and while the machine was in the garage, we went to the movies. It was nice skimming along the road to Utica, and we could smell the country. Gee whiz, when that smell gets in the air, I always begin thinking about Temple Camp. Pretty soon we came to a sign and Grove got out and read it by his flashlight. It said “Welcome to Crystal Falls. Automobile laws enforced.” Welcome to Crystal Falls. Automobile laws enforced. “The pleasure is ours,” I said. “I wonder if there’s any place in this berg where we can put up for the night?” Harry said. “Hanged if I know what’s the matter, but we’re running on five cylinders. That intake isn’t working right, either.” “Believe me, my intake is all right,” Pee-wee shouted, “only it hasn’t got anything to take in.” me
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