"There's just one thing, fellows," he went on presently "that we've got to be mighty careful about. The land is owned by John Thornton, the banker, whose wonderful country-place, twenty miles this side of Clam Cove, you may have heard about. It seems that he's had a great deal of trouble with boys trespassing, starting fires in the woods, injuring the shrubbery and rare trees, and even trapping game. It's possible, of course, though I should hate to believe it, that some of this damage has been done by scouts, as he seems to think. At all events, he is very much opposed to the movement, which he contends merely gives boys a certain freedom and authority to roam the woods,--building fires, cutting trees, and having a thoughtless good time generally,--without teaching them anything of real value."
"Humph!" sniffed Sherman Ward, indignantly. "Then why has he offered us this camping-site?"
"He hasn't offered it to us as scouts. He's loaned it to Captain Chalmers, who is a very close friend, and he as much as says that our behavior there will merely prove his point about the uselessness of scouting. Of course, he's dead wrong, but he's a mighty hard man to convince, and we'll have to toe the mark all the time. I don't mean it's going to interfere with our having all the fun that's going, but we'll have to take a little more pains than usual to have a model camp. There mustn't be any careless throwing about of rubbish. In getting fire-wood we'll have to put into practice all we've learned about the right sort of forestry. When away from camp on hikes or for any other purpose, we must always conduct ourselves as good scouts and remember that it's not only our own reputation we're upholding, but that of the whole order."
When he had gone back to his place in front there were a few indignant comments on Mr. Thornton and his point of view, but for the most part the boys took it sensibly, with many a determined tightening of the lips.
"I guess he won't get anything on us," commented Ted MacIlvaine, decidedly. "It'll be rather fun, fellows, making him back down."
There was an emphatic chorus of agreement, but little further discussion, for the question of lunch was beginning to be pressing. Though barely eleven, boxes and haversacks were produced and the next half-hour enlivened with one of the most satisfying of occupations. Toward noon they stopped at a small town for "gas." When the car started on again, there was a pleasant sense of excitement in the realization that another couple of hours ought to bring them to Clam Cove.