CHAPTER XII.
TELLS ALL ABOUT OUR ROW ON BLACK LAKE So that's the way we went to Temple Camp, but there are short cuts to the Hudson besides that When we got near to the lake we all got anxious--you know how a fellow is when he's almost to a place he's been thinking about a lot.
Doc Carson said, "I see the water is still wet." That was just to jolly Pee-wee.
"That's because of the recent rains," I said.
"The which ?" Artie asked me.
"You think you're smart talking about _recent rains,_ don't you ?" Pee-wee shouted.

"You got that out of a book." "I bet there'll be a lot of troops there this summer," El Sawyer said.
Pretty soon I saw he was right, too, because five boats came across to get us and there was a strange scout in every single one of them.

Uncle Jeb was waiting at the landing on the other side to meet us, and oh, cracky, didn't it look good to see the big pavilion and the tents and patrol cabins upside down in the water.

There were a lot of scouts waiting too, and I could see the camp was pretty full.
Uncle Jeb said, "Wall, Roay"-- that's just the way he talks, slow like; "haow's all the boys from Bridgeboro?
I reckon little Pee-wee ain't growed at all.

Hain't you never goin' ter grow, Pee-wee?
And Artie and Grovey, and El, and Hunter Ward and, let's see, Vic Norris--every plaguy one of yer here.