IN DUTCH That Hervey Willetts was a kind of odd number at camp was evidenced by his unfamiliarity with the things that were very familiar to most boys there.

He was too restless to hang around the pavilion or sprawl under the trees or idle about with the others in and near Council Shack.

He never read the bulletin board posted outside, and the inside was a place of so little interest to him that he had not even seen the beautiful canoe that was exhibited there, and on which so many longing eyes had feasted.
Now as he and Skinny entered that sanctum of the powers that were, he saw it for the first time.

It was a beautiful canoe with a gold stripe around it and gunwales of solid mahogany.

It lay on two sawhorses.
Within it, arranged in tempting style, lay two shiny paddles, a caned back rest, and a handsome leather cushion.