"Then," concluded the colonel, "you are now members of the Boy
Scouts, and I know you will be an honor to it."
"We will do our best," responded Rand.
"And now," continued the colonel, "in celebration of the organization
of--By the way, you haven't chosen a name yet, have you? What kind
of a name do you want?"
"Oh, I s-s-say," stammered Pepper.
"Sing it, Pepper," suggested Donald.
"L-let's have an Indian name."
"Want to indulge your savage instincts and live in a wigwam?" asked
Rand.
"It's a tepee, not a wigwam," corrected Pepper. "But we can go
hunting and have a good time in the woods."
"All right, Pepper," agreed Gerald, "an Indian name is good enough
for me."
"Have you any name in mind?" asked the colonel.
"The Oneidas used to roam about here, didn't they?" asked Jack.
"No," replied the colonel, "they were farther north."
"What Indians were in this section?" asked Rand.
"The Haverstraws held all the land about here," replied the colonel.
"We want something more original than that," said Jack.
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