Hardly any of them said anything about Skinny.
At camp-fire it was just the same only more so, and I noticed across the fire that Mr.Ellsworth and a couple of the scoutmasters were talking together and I guessed they were deciding about getting a searching party started.
Pretty soon Bert Winton came over and squatted down alongside of me.
"Kind of hot on the other side," he said, "flame blows right in your face.

These fellows all in your patrol ?" I told him, "Yes," and then I said, "mostly we hang together." "Good idea," he said; "any news of the little codger ?" "_I_ couldn't find him," I said, kind of mad like.
"Guess he didn't go far," he said; "just wanted to get off by himself and think it over.

Natural enough.

Didn't hit his tracks, did you ?" I said, "Nope." "Stole a march on you," he said.
"Oh, sure, he stole a couple of marches," I said; "maybe he even stole a look." "Well, he stole away," Winton said; "he'll be back." Cracky, I couldn't make heads or tails of that fellow.

Somehow I kind of liked him--I couldn't help it..