Summary

Percy Keese Fitzhugh Roy Blakeley's Adventures in Camp

This little scout is brand new, he is not even out of the tenderfoot class, and the gold cross award for heroism will be his. I think that every scout of his patrol should thrill with pride at this thought. I dare say we all find him a little strange, we as well as you, and I'm afraid he is a kind of law unto himself—if you understand what I mean. But this beautiful cross which will soon be his will bring him closer to us all, I am sure. It is said in our Handbook that a scout is a brother to every other scout, so he has many thousands of brothers all over this broad land.
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Percy Keese Fitzhugh Roy Blakeley's Adventures in Camp

I like you better than any fellow—even Westy—and—please wait a minute—even Skinny. It's too late—Bert."
He said, "Blakeley, we have two chances—just two. You know the third law. I don't tell you what you've got to do, Blakeley. That's your business—but listen." He put his hand on my shoulder and his voice was all husky. He said, "Blakeley, if I don't make it, you'll have my body to ease the shock for you. People—people will be here to-morrow— you'll get out. It's getting in we have to think about.
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Percy Keese Fitzhugh Roy Blakeley's Adventures in Camp

I told him.
"You don't hang out with the fellows at all," he said; "we're having a lot of thrilling adventures."
"Thrilling, hey?" I said; and I just had to laugh, because it was the same old Pee-wee with his hair's-breadth escapes and thrilling adventures, and all that stuff.
"Well," I said, "you want to be careful; it's pretty dangerous business stalking hop-toads."
"I came all the way from Catskill scout pace," he said.
I said, "Bully for you."
"I did it in fifty-two minutes," he said; "scout pace is my middle name. Are you worrying about anything?"
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