And I was wondering why he hadn't come to the house to give them that note he had found.

Because I knew Jake Holden (he always called me "Scouty") and he liked me, too, and I knew he would sure have come to the house if something hadn't happened.
Now that I was all calmed down, as you might say, I wasn't surprised any more about no one reading the signal, because maybe it didn't show very plain in Bridgeboro and anyway, most grown people seem to think that signalling and all that kind of thing are lots of fun for scouts, but not much use except when grown people, and especially the navy, do it.
Anyway, I should worry about grown people, because we have plenty of fun.
Oh, boy, didn't I sleep that night! When I got up I made up my mind that I'd go to Jake Holden's shanty, just for the fun of it, and find out why he didn't come and tell my family that I was dead.

Because, if I was dead, he sure ought to have come and told them.

Of course, I knew I wasn't dead, but anyway, how did he know that?
After breakfast I did my good turn--I turned my sister Ruth's bed around for her so as it faced the bay window.

I was going to turn it twice and tall it two good turns, but she said that wouldn't be fair--that that wouldn't be two good turns.