But no one stopped him or spoke to him.
In the patrol cabin where he belonged, he rooted in great haste and excitement among the contents of a cheap pasteboard suit case and presently pulled out a torn and battered old copy of the scout handbook.
He sat down on the edge of his cot and, hurriedly looking through the index, opened the book at page thirty.

He was breathing so hard that he almost gulped, and his thin little hands trembled visibly.....