Jiminy, but it sounded good.
Then I could hear somebody say, "Well, well better late than never," and I saw it was our scoutmaster, Mr.Ellsworth.He took a day off to help the fellows.
"I'm only six minutes late," I said; "Silver Foxes always show up." "Well, let us hope so," Mr.Ellsworth said And I kind of saw that something was wrong.

"Westy isn't here," somebody shouted.
"He'll be here in a minute," I said; "get to work; you should worry about Westy." But just the same I felt sort of uncomfortable because one thing Mr.
Ellsworth is a stickler about is us being on time.

Whenever a scout comes late for campfire up at Temple Camp or at a troop meeting either, he always gets a look from T.E.At camp we have breakfast at 7:42 and lunch at 1:23 and supper at 7:13, just to teach the fellows to go by minutes.
Anyway, I started working with my patrol, who were painting the deck.

I stuck right to it, but all the time I was wishing that Westy would show up.

Every time I heard a sound I looked up.