Scout Harris faced a cruel world alone.
Meanwhile, Billy Simpson had been called to Temple Camp from Bridgeboro to fill (if anyone could fill) the enormous space left vacant in the Raven Patrol by the withdrawal of its enterprising genius.
"Never mind," said Mr.Ellsworth, the troop's scoutmaster, "there are plenty of fish in the sea--to say nothing of Pollywogs.

Bridgeboro is full of permanent material.

You have all this winter to round up a new patrol." "Only don't round up any snow men because they melt," said Roy Blakeley, leader of the Silver Foxes; "and don't bother with shadows because you can't depend on them.

And when you get a scout put a paper weight on him so he won't blow away." "If you'll give me some of the biscuits you make, I'll use them for weights," Pee-wee shouted.
"You mean you'll eat them," Roy said.

"What are you going to name the new patrol?
Why don't you name it the Canned Salmon?
Then they can't get away from you." "Sure, you can have a can-opener for your emblem," said Dorry Benton.
"Maybe we'll call ourselves the Airedales because scouts like fresh air," Pee-wee said.