"I see what you mean!" Captain Andrew nodded. "Leon is as full of tricks as a tide rip in a gale o' wind. An' that's the most mischievous thing I know!" with a reminiscent chuckle. "But what can you do? If a boy is chockfull o' bubbling energy that's going round an' round in a whirl inside him, like the rip, it's bound to boil over in mischief, if there ain't a deep channel to draw it off."
"That's just it! Ours is a slow little town--not much doing for the boys! Not even a male teacher in our graded schools to organize hikes and athletics for them! I am afraid that more than one lad with no natural criminal tendency, has got into trouble, been ultimately sent to a reformatory, owing to a lack in the beginning of some outlet safe and exciting for that surplus energy of which you speak. Take the case of Dave Baldwin, for instance, son of that old Ma'am Baldwin who lives over on the salt-marshes!" The doctor's face took on a sorry expression. "There was nothing really bad in him, I think! Just too much tide rip! He was the counterpart of this boy Leon, with a craving for excitement, a wild energy in him that boiled over at times in irregular pranks--like the rip--as you say."
"And you know what makes _that_ so dangerous?" Captain Andy's sigh was heaved from the depths of past experience. "Well! with certain shoals an' ledges in the ocean there's too much water crowded onto 'em at low tide, so it just boils chock up from the bottom like a pot, goes round and round in a whirl, strings out, foamy an' irregular, for miles. It's 'day, day!' to the vessel that once gets well into it, for you never know where 'twill strike you.
"And it's pretty much the same with a lively boy, Doc: at low tide, when there's nothing doing, too much o' something is crowded onto the ledges in him, an' when it froths over, it gets himself and others into trouble. Keep him interested--swinging ahead on a high tide of activity under all the sail he can carry, and there's no danger of the rip forming. That's what this Boy Scout Movement aims at, I guess! It looks to me--my word! it _does_ look to me--as if Leon was already 'deepening the water some,' to-night," wound up Captain Andy with a gratified smile, scrutinizing the face of Starrie Chase, which was at this moment marked by a new and purposeful eagerness as he discussed the various requirements of the tenderfoot test, the elementary knowledge to be mastered before the next meeting, ere he could take the scout oath, be invested with the tenderfoot scout badge and be enrolled among the Boy Scouts of America.