Rod alone told what he had done, and how much he
hoped to make out of his berries.
"I am going to earn every cent myself," he said in conclusion, "and I
am not going to get my suit until I can pay for it."
"Good fer you!" the captain exclaimed. "That's the kind of talk I like
to hear. And look here, you fellows," he continued, turning to the
rest of the scouts, "if ye want to remain in this troop ye've got to
git a hustle on. I've got letters in my pocket from several boys who
want to join. Some are willin' to walk quite a distance, and if ye
don't want to obey orders, out ye go. A troop can't be run right, any
more than a ship, unless orders are obeyed. I'll let yez off this
time, but, remember, a week from to-day ye'll report again, and then
I'll give my decision. That'll do now, so let's go fer a sail."
Every day Rod studied the price of berries in the newspaper, and cut
out the list. He also kept his account in his little note-book. At
the end of the first week he had made the following entries:
"July 17th--20 boxes at 7 cents . . . . $1.40
July 18th--20 boxes at 8 cents . . . . 1.60
July 20th--15 boxes at 7 cents . . . . 1.05
July 21st--10 boxes at 9 cents .
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