But the captain was not satisfied. He longed to
have three hundred dollars there, for with that amount there was hardly
a possible chance of the Hillcrest troop being beaten in the struggle
for the prize. He disliked the idea of now turning scavenger after he
had talked so much against the work. But he was not thinking of
himself, so that made a vast difference.
He found the scouts at Headquarters, for school was out, and this was
their regular afternoon of meeting. They were awaiting his coming with
eagerness, as they, too, had seen the notice in the store. But they
knew the captain's views on the matter, and, therefore, had serious
doubts about speaking to him in reference to the drift-logs.
"Hello, boys," was his cheery greeting, as he seated himself upon a
block of wood before the door. "How's business?"
"Not very good," Rod replied. "But we have a plan for making more
money."
"Yez have, eh? Well, that's interestin'. What is it?"
"But we're afraid you won't like it," Rod declared.
"H'm, is that so? Must be pretty bad, then. Not goin' to steal
chickens, are yez? I can't agree to that."
The boys gave a hearty laugh, and the captain smiled grimly. He was
quite certain what the plan was which the scouts had in view.
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