DURING NOON HOUR One of the things that made me feel especially bad was that Wig Weigand and Artie Van Arlen were there working, even after being nearly killed the night before, and Artie was kind of lame, too, from straining his ankle when he fell.

Gee, I had to hand it to those fellows.

And even Pee-wee was working away with the rest of the Ravens and running to buy nails and everything.
Both of the other patrols were all there except Tom Slade in the Elks, but they kept his place open for memory, sort of.
After a little while Mr.Ellsworth strolled over to where I was working and said to me--gee, he was awful nice the way he said it--he said, "Roy, if you want to follow up that trail you may as well go ahead and come back after lunch.

We're going to hit the eats pretty soon now." That's the way he always says it, "hit the eats." "I was expecting Westy to go with me," I told him.
"Well, no matter," he said; "Go alone and don't worry any more about Westy.

It wasn't because Westy or any other single scout was needed here for we have plenty of scouts on the job, but it was just that he didn't show up when we all planned to be here, that's all.