CHAPTER XVII LOST!
"Do you know what I've decided, do you know what I've decided?" demandedPee-wee, uproariously.
"Break it to us gently and let us hear the worst," said Roy.
"I decided that we ought to stop in Albany and have Tom buy a suit. Ididn't say anything before, but crinkums, he ought not to go toPlattsburg without a suit. You can see that yourself. And he can get onenow, all right."
"Hear that, Tom?" said Mr. Ellsworth, quizzically.
They were running up the stretch of river above Castleton and would reachthe capital that day, if their plans held good.
"I got no objections to getting a suit," said Tom. "I believe in suits. Inever said I didn't."
The _Good Turn_ had run up alongside the _Honor Scout_ which had come toanchor for swimming and luncheon, and Tom and his patrol had gone aboardthe larger boat for "eats," where an uproarious session of jollyingusually awaited him.
"Hurrah for Sigmund Eisner!" shouted Roy. "He's the fellow that makesscouts, hey, Raymond?"
"No, he isn't," said Raymond, quite boldly. "He's the fellow that makes_suits_."
"Same thing, only different," said Roy.
"I guess we all believe in the khaki," said Mr. Ellsworth, "only we knowit's not the khaki that makes the scout."
"Any more than it's the pants that make the panther, or the badge thatmakes the badger," said Roy. "I vote for Tom to buy a suit and we'll allgo with him to help him choose it."
"No, you don't," said Tom, with an actual approach to animation. "I won'tbuy it if the whole troop goes along."
"We wouldn't kid you," said Connie. "Honest, we won't."
"Hear what Bennover Connet says? We'll promise to be good and----"
"I'll take no chances," said Tom. "I don't mind if two or three go, so'sto help me get fitted right, but----"
"One representative from each patrol," suggested Roy.
"All right," said Tom, resignedly.
About the middle of the afternoon they reached Albany and tied up at alumber wharf right under the shadow of the big night boat, the majesticbulk of which made the _Good Turn_ and even the more imposing _HonorScout_ look very insignificant.
"Now for a fling on shore," shouted Roy. "Hand me something till I flingit on shore," he added, hitching his trousers in true mariner's fashion.
_"Oh, the sailor's life is bold and free,_ _Yo hum, yo ho, yo ha, yo hee!_ _The briny foam he doesn't fear--_ _When the foam is on an ice cream soda._
Tom's going to treat."
Roy, being the leader of the Silver Foxes, represented that patrol in thesuit-buying expedition; Tom represented his own patrol, and Artie VanArlen, leader of the Ravens (of whom you shall know more in anothervolume) completed the trio.
"Correct imitation of a boy scout hunting for an ice cream soda," saidRoy, climbing stealthily over the lumber pile and picking his way up tothe street. "Gee, it seems funny to be in a city, doesn't it? What areall the flags for?"
"What flags?" said Tom.
"Flag_stones_--you're walking on 'em. No sooner said than stung!"
"Tom's easy," said Artie.
"He bites like a sunfish," said Roy.
It did not take them long to reach a thoroughfare where their tannedfaces and jaunty, out-of-town air attracted no little attention.
"Maybe they know we're just fresh from a life on the ocean wave,"suggested Artie.
"They can see we're fresh, all right," said Roy. "We should worry."
In the first confectionery store which they came to they lined up at thesoda counter from behind which a white-jacketed man smiled at them.
"Give me a raspberry sundae," said Artie.
"V--vanilla," said Tom, hesitatingly.
"I'll take heliotripe--trope," said Roy.
The man waited, laughing good-naturedly.
"I can't seem to make up my mind," Roy went on, studying the temptingprinted list. "Aren't mad, are you?"
"Me?" said the man. "No, indeed, I'm glad you're so happy."
"We're not happy," said Roy. "We laugh, ha-ha, and dance ha-ha, but we'renot happy. I think I'll take--let's see--I'll take--I think I'lltake--_chocolate_. Happy thought, that's my patrol color!"
Tom paid for the sodas and Roy bought some peanut brittle. The man smiledafter them as they went out.
"The natives on the island seem to be friendly," said Roy.
"That's a good idea," said Artie, "picking out your patrol color."
"Sure," said Roy. "I'm going to write to National Headquarters and tellthem to print a rule in the Handbook--next edition."
"What?"
"Don't you know what an edition is? You know what a dish is? Well----"
"_Rule_," said Artie. "'Scouts buying sodas should always select theirown patrol colors'?"
"Sure," said Roy. "Good idea. Tom would always take raspberry, I'd takechocolate, and you'd take--let's see----"
"Oh, there's a big dry goods store," said Artie.
They cut across the street and entering a large store, asked where scoutsupplies were sold.
"Two aisles to your right, then one to your left," was the answer.
"We get you," said Roy.
Reaching the point indicated, and seeing no scout supplies, they askedagain.
"Two aisles down and take the elevator to the third floor; then twoaisles forward," said a young lady.
"We thank you," said Roy, bowing elaborately.
Having followed these directions and seeing no scout supplies, theyinquired of another clerk.
"In the basement," said the clerk.
The three tramped back and down the stairway.
"Keep your scout smile on," said Artie.
"Scouts, I think we're lost," said Roy, "and darkness is coming on."
In the basement they saw tents and canoes in the distance.
"Maybe it's a scout camp in the wilds of a department store," said Roy."Are you getting tired, Tom?"
"I bet Jeb Rushmore could find it all right," said Artie.
"You said something; but I think we're hot on the trail now."
Arrived at the spot which looked like a camp, they asked for scout suits.
"You want supplies," said the young lady.
"Right the first time," said Roy.
"Those are on the fourth floor."
The three sank down in one of those swinging porch benches and breathedheavily, much to the girl's amusement.
"What do you say we blaze the trail," said Roy, "so other scouts will beable to follow it?"
"It seems there's a difference between camping goods and sportingarticles," said Artie.
"I say, let's not give up," contributed Tom.
They rose and sallied laughingly forth, through aisles and around cornersto the elevator. On the fourth floor they found themselves in awilderness of carpets and rugs and bureaus, tables, chairs and curtains.
"This beats the hill where we found Stan," said Tom.
"Keep a good heart, scouts," said Roy. "We'll come out all right yet.This has got the Canadian Rockies beat twenty ways."
"Sporting supplies?" pleaded Roy of the first clerk they saw.
"Two aisles over."
"Scout suits?" he asked, reaching that point.
"One floor down, in the boy's clothing."
Near the stairway they encountered a friendly looking man in black,standing with his hands clasped behind him.
"Hey, mister," said Roy, "we are boy scouts and we're lost. It's gettinglate and we have to get back to our boat before dark. We can't seem tohit the right trail and we're afraid we'll starve if night comes on. Wewant to find the place where they sell scout suits."
The man laughed pleasantly and resting his arm over Roy's shoulder, wentpart way down the stairs with them and pointed to a scout suit on awooden form at the other side of the store.
"There you are," he said, smiling.
"We thank you," said Roy.
"Do
n't lose sight of it," suggested Artie.
"We're all right now," said Tom.
Reaching the elusive spot, they found themselves at last at the haven oftheir desire, for there was the wooden boy scout facing them, his stiffarm raised and his painted fingers sticking upright in the scout salute,as if to greet the tired wayfarers, who sank down, pantingostentatiously, upon a bench close by.
"What do you say we agree not to tell the fellows that we were lostand--and--asked our way?" said Artie.
"All right," said Tom, "we're the three leaders and no one knows it butus. We'll keep quiet."
"If Pee-wee should ever hear of this," said Roy, "and find out that we_asked our way_--G-o-o-dni-ight!"