THE WANDERING MINSTREL With one exception the most patient scout at Temple Camp was Westy Martin of the interesting Bridgeboro, New Jersey, Troop.

He could sit huddled up in a bush for an hour studying a bird.

He could sit and fish for hours without catching anything.

But the turtle was too much for him.
"We ought to name that guy Llewellyn," he commented, as he strolled away; "that means _lightning_, according to some book or other.

There was an old Marathon racer a couple of million years ago named Llewellyn." "That's a good name for him," Tom admitted.
"You going to hang around, Slady ?" "I'm going to fight it out on these lines if it takes all summer," Tom said.
Thus the two most patient, stubborn living things in all the world were left alone together--the turtle and Tom Slade.
Tom sat on a rock and the turtle sat on the ground.