And the Silver Foxes, friendly and sympathetic as they were, were too preoccupied to think much about this trifling affair.

Perhaps they had just a little disinclination to having visitors, even the little mascot, participating in their private councils just then.
The point of the whole matter was that Pee-wee had been unintentionally eliminated; it was a sort of automatic process attributable to the springtime.

And he found himself alone.

He was not out of the troop, but he was not in any of the patrols, and in spite of all his spectacular missionary work he had not been able to form a patrol.
Pee-wee's pride was as great as his voice and his appetite, and he would not sponge on the patrols which had a full membership and were busy with their own concerns.

The rock on which he had stood all winter had split in three and there was no place for him on any of the pieces.
On Saturday morning the Silver Foxes went into the city to buy some camping things and to see a movie show in the afternoon.