Davis and Jason looked sulky, but Harold was beaming. He was also clutching a large stuffed beaver to his skinny chest.

"I'm the Keeper of the Beaver!" he announced, cheerfully, placing the beaver on his pillow. "He said he liked my style!"

"I have a criminal record, you know." Davis was saying in an aggrieved tone.

"All that means is that you have a history of getting caught," said Rudy, crushingly, from the doorway to the counsellor's room. "Shape up..."

"Or you don't eat!" chorused the campers, giggling. Rudy raised his eyebrows very slightly, but said nothing.