".No,  New  Jersey — Oakwood,  New  Jersey
— First  Oakwood  Troop — Hawk  Patrol,  we
are.  I  guess  we're  a  little  bit  ashamed  of  our
patrol  name  just  now/'


32    TOM  SLADE  ON  THE  RIVER

There  was  silence  for  a  minute  as  all
thought  of  the  tragic  message  which  had  fallen
into  the  camp.
"You  should  worry  about  the  name,"  said
Roy.
"I  don't  suppose  there's  anything  we  can
do/'  said  Mr.  Ellsworth,  voicing  the  thought
which  held  all  silent,  "but  sit  here  and  wait,
and  if  we're  sensible  we  won't  hope  for  too
much.  Come,  Roy,  let  our  new  friends  hear
about  you  boys  coming  up  in  the  Good  Turn."

"It  isn't  that  big  cruiser  down  at  Catskill
Landing,  is  it?"  Arnold  inquired.  "We  saw
that  as  we  got  off  the  train."

"No,  that's  the  kind  of  a  yacht  boys  have  in
twenty- five  cent  stories,"  said  Roy;  "I  saw  that
one;  it's  a  pippin,  isn't  it?  Guess  it  belongs
to  a  millionaire,  hey?  No,  ours  is  just  a  little
cabin  launch — poor,  but  honest,  tangoes  along
at  about  six  miles  an  hour  and  isn't  ashamed.
Do  you  want  the  full  story?"

"If  there  aren't  any  stockings  and  stone-
walls in  it,"  someone  suggested.
"All  right,  here  goes/3  said  Roy,  settling,
limself  into  his  favorite  posture  before  the
ire,  with  his  hands  clasped  about  his  drawn-


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up  knees  and  the  bright  blaze  lighting  up  his
face.
"You  see,  it  was  this  way.  Pee-wee  Harris
is  the  what'd  you  say  his  name  is — Lord?  Pee-
wee  Harris  over  there  is  the  Gordon  Lord  of
our  troop.  And  Tom  Slade  is  our  famous  de-
tective— Sherlock  Nobody  Holmes.
