“Who’s our first volunteer for bear patrol?” Mitch asked.
Huddled next to the fire eating mushy baked beans out of a tin plate, I exchanged covert glances with my fellow rookie scouts. None of the four of them looked anxious to volunteer. They kept their faces buried in their food bowls.
Mitch snorted. “So much for Helpful, eh Joe?”
Joe barked a laugh. “Untrustworthy lot we got here, looks like.”