If that trail was going to lead to the cemetery, all right--that's what I said.

But I had picked up Skinny McCord's trail and I made up my little old mind that I was going to hang on to it and follow it like a blood-hound.
That night we were going to have a special troop meeting to decide about chipping in money for our cruise up to camp, because we didn't have much left on account of spending so much for paint and lumber and different things.
I knew how the fellows and Mr.Ellsworth would be feeling about me not coming back and Westy not showing up, and I knew how the Silver Foxes would feel, especially.

But anyway, I had my mind all made up.

After supper my sister Ruth played a game of tennis with Westy.

While they were playing I went up to my room and got out the Scout Handbook.