“Said anything to them about it?” asked Don, when they had sung it over and over until they were tired.

“Well, hardly,” replied Jack, “considering it was only the day before yesterday that we thought of it, though I suppose if we are going to do anything it is time we were getting about it.”

“Ah reckon dat am so,” drawled Rand, then changing his tone he went on:  “What do you say to having a meeting to-night and talking it over?  We can have Gerald and Dick come and make a start if we like.”

“That’s the way, Rand,” approved Pepper, “if you are going to do things, do them!”

“I see no objection,” concluded Donald.

“Of course you don’t,” returned Pepper.  “Do you know why?”

“Why, Pepper?” asked Donald.

“Because there isn’t any,” retorted Pepper.

“Where will we meet?” asked Jack.

“I will ask Uncle Floyd if we can have the room in the attic for a club room,” went on Rand.  “I know he will be interested in what we are doing.”

“Then we are all fixed,” cried Jack.

“What shall we call it?” asked Pepper.

“Call the room?”

“Of course not,” returned Pepper; “I mean the patrol.”

“Better wait until it is started,” advised Donald, “it’s no sure yet.”

“All right, Solomon,” conceded Pepper, “but if Randolph says so it’s as good as done.”

“Then we will consider that settled,” concluded Rand, who, as a matter of course, assumed the leadership, as he usually did in most things the boys undertook.  “Wait a minute,” he went on as they were about to separate when they came to his house, “I will ask uncle now.”

Then a few minutes later he called from the house:  “It’s all right, uncle says that we can have it.”

“Hurrah!” cried Pepper.

“Three cheers for Mr. Scott!” after which the three went off, singing “For he’s a jolly good fellow.”

“What is the first thing to do?” asked Pepper when they met that evening in the room which Mr. Scott had allowed them to use.

“Well, if we are all agreed,” replied Rand, “I suppose the way to organize is to organize.”

“Then I move that we form a patrol of the Boy Scouts,” proposed Pepper.

“Second the motion,” added Jack.

“In my opinion—­” began Donald deliberately, as usual.

“Now for a solid chunk of wisdom,” volunteered Pepper.

“The first thing to do is to select a chairman.”

“Anything to please,” assented Jack.  “I move that Randolph Peyton be chosen as chairman of the meeting.  All in favor, say aye!”

“Aye!” shouted the boys in a chorus that made the room ring again.

“Now then, Mr. Chairman,” said Jack, “get busy.”

“I nominate Donald Graeme for secretary,” cried Pepper.

“All in favor—­” began Rand.

“Aye!” shouted the boys again.

“Then,” announced Rand, “I think we are ready for business.  Now, Pepper, your motion would be in order.”