cakes and ginger ale for a fast pledge and promise."
With a whoop the scouts crowded around the refreshments, and, glasses in hand, listened to an announcement from Hardy: "Last night to soothe myself, so I could get to sleep after all the excitement, I scribbled off some little verses which are appropriate to each of the three young Scoutlets toasted—You get what I mean, I hope," he interrupted with a laugh, "You'll find them highly complimentary. Now here's to Miller first":
With great applause all glasses were raised.
"Here's to Cat Miller, a taking young fellow,
He never gets blue and rarely shows yellow;
He flies in the sky and he dives in the ocean,
And flirts with a shark when struck by the notion.
He craftily trails on a crook in the night,
But yells like a wildcat when faced by a light."
"Pretty tough on a brave scout," declared Cat, pretending indignation, while the other two applauded vociferously.
"You get off easy in this Knockers' Club," asserted Hardy. "Listen at this. Glasses up!
