Oh, boy, that was some troop for you.
I asked one of the fellows for Bert Winton, and he came around from behind the cabin where he was spearing papers and leaves.

I said, "_You_ fellows ought to be called the gold dust twins, your two patrols I mean, because you're so plaguy particular--picking up leaves and everything.

You'll be dusting the roof next." He said, "We're a lot of old maids up here." Then he climbed up on the cabin roof and sat on the peak and I scrambled up too, and sat down alongside of him.

Honest, that fellow would squat in the funniest places.

And always he had a stick with him.
"Nice and breezy up here," he said, in that quiet, easy sort of way he had, "and we can scan the horizon.