There might
be a few boys in the troop, now consisting of four patrols, who would
prefer to see Alec Sands, leader of the Otters, placed in that elevated
position, but his popularity was confined to his particular chums,
while that of Hugh embraced members of every patrol.
On this day, Hugh and Bud had started from home immediately after
partaking of a glorious Thanksgiving feast. As all preparations had
been made for this trip up into the wilderness many miles above the
home town, it was evident that they had a particular object in view;
which, in fact, was the case.
Bud Morgan was rather given to conjuring up new and sometimes
startling inventions. These he usually tried upon some of his mates
and not always in a fashion to add to their peace of mind, either.
On more than one occasion in the past they had been suddenly
confronted by some innovation that for the moment rather demoralized
the valiant wearers of the scout khaki.
Bud had not been very successful in his wonderful inventions. They
were apt to disappoint him in the severe testing out. Theory might
be all very well, but when it came to practice there was generally
a screw loose in his figuring that could not be tightened; and, in
consequence, trouble often perched on Bud's shoulders.
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