James W. English / James WEnglish
There was no doubt in anyone's mind that the Tailbone Patrol preferred loafing to working. Even their name implied it. But of course they had the honor of Phoenix's Troop 10 to uphold. And while brains could often triumph over brawn, the Patrol members often found themselves involved in most unsedentary action!Sometimes the Scouts seemed headed for a fall, such as the time they tangled with the Wickenburg Chamber of Commerce. And sometimes even Fate, in the form of ancient Indian spirits, seemed opposed to their good turns. But somehow Mike Peterson always managed to bring his Patrol through—with only an occasional droop to their flying colors.
