There's fine swimming in our tent." Then Bert Winton said, kind of quiet in that way he had, "I don't think you'll need any money here.

I'll get hold of one of the scoutmasters," and he started down the steps.

Just then I noticed Skinny standing on the steps and Bert Winton gave him a push, just for fun, as he went by.
"Come on in out of the rain, Alf," I said; because I knew he was just hanging there, because he was afraid to come up where the rest of us were.

I asked him where his patrol was, and he said, "In the cabin, playing checkers." I said, "Don't _you_ know how to play checkers," and he said, "No." After that I didn't notice him.
Pretty soon the gold dust twin came back with a shovel and Mr.Elting, who is resident trustee, was with him, telling him he'd better not go back across the lake on account of its blowing up harder.
"I could never get around through the woods," he said; "because I tried it." "Some of these boys will show you the trail," Mr.Elting said.
But he said, "No," and that as long as he came he was going to go back.
He said he didn't want any escort.

He was pretty game, that was one sure thing.