"I've heard that before, but what am I to do ?" "Who's your patrol leader ?" asked Fremont.

"Go and ask him, or the scoutmaster.

One of them ought to be able to tell you what you ought to do." "And you'll take to your legs while I'm gone," replied Jimmie, with a grin.

"Good idea that.

For you." "Here," said Fremont, tossing out his key to the door, "go on away and lock me in.