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"Hang it! If we can't go in swimming I'm going out exploring the sand hills," proclaimed Cat after lunch. "What say, Jimmy?"

"Somebody else has got a say in that," interposed the prudent Turner. "I've got to stay here to look out for the wireless. Besides that shark skirmish gave me enough excitement for one day. And there's one thing, sure as shooting, I'm not going to let you youngsters go a-mooning over those treacherous sand hills by yourselves. First thing you know, you'd be buried with nothing but a leg sticking out to tell the tale."

"Great Gee!" snorted Cat. "Don't you reckon we can take care of ourselves. We're scouts."

"Scouts be scat! You're not going by yourselves. I don't care if you're Pathfinder and the whole Lewis and Clark expedition to boot." 133