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But the camp was so large and the Honor Troop stayed so much by itself that the Bridgeboro boys hardly realized what it meant to that little patrol up at Hero Cabin. Tom often thought wistfully of the pleasant cruise up the river and wondered if Roy and Pee-wee thought of it as they made their plans to go home in the Good Turn.
And I bet he'll anyway, you wouldn't take anything, would you? Money or anything like that?" "Don't insult me," said Mr. Swiper. "I didn't mean it," Pee-wee said apologetically; "scouts are like that, they won't take anything for a service, but eats don't count, you can take eats. But I mean money " "Don't speak of money again," said Mr. Swiper.
The makeshift gang-plank, gay with bunting, held the island off shore and the ropes between the island and the bushes steadied it. This crude engineering was quite sufficient. There is a church somewhere in Europe of which it is said that if a certain brick were removed the whole edifice would fall in ruins. Pee-wee was not even an amateur engineer.
That isn't so bad for poetry, is it? I got that idea out of a story by Sir Walter Scott putting poetry at the top of the chapters. Mr. Ellsworth says sometimes a fellow might get killed for writing poetry. I should worry a scout is brave. You can bet that if Pee-wee had his way we'd have all gone into the city that very night and broken into a store to get Skinny's outfit.
"Oh, well, if that's the way you feel," said Roy, pulling the cord of his duffel bag so tight that it snapped, "you and Pee-wee had better go and I'll back out." "It ain't the way I feel," said Tom, in his slow way. "I'd rather go alone with you. Didn't I say so? I guess Pee-wee thinks he's stronger than he is.
It was well away from the area where the men had fought the flames. Here and there something brown and sticky on the leaves caught the scout's eye. Some one had crawled stealthily through here. Or else dragged himself through. Pee-wee shuddered at this thought. He examined the trampled channel more carefully.
That Warde should become a first class scout was a matter of honest joy to him. "It was a full seven miles all right," said Roy, referring to the distance mentioned in the test, "so I guess you're as good as in the first class. I'm good and tired, I know that. You gave them good measure." "I bet you're proud," said Pee-wee. "I bet I am," Warde answered. "I feel like a real scout now.
"Well, I'll tell you how it is," said Pee-wee, making the conversation his own, somewhat to Roy's amusement. "Of course, a scout has got to be cautious but he's got to be fearless too. I was kind of scared when I heard you were a lawyer " Mr. Stanton's grim visage relaxed into an unwilling, but unmistakable, smile. "And another thing I heard scared me, but "
"Is too much," concluded Roy. "In the first place, there would have to be a whole lot of discomfort." "You got that out of a book!" shouted Pee-wee. "Footsore and weary that's the way folks talk in books!" "We might be caught in the rain," said Roy, soberly. "We might have to pick our way along obscure trail or up steep mountains."
He said that the old gentleman didn't talk very good English and he thought maybe he was a German or French or something or other. He guessed maybe he was a professor or something like that. Anyway, he took Pee-wee through his library, picking out the books he didn't want, till be had given him about twenty or thirty.
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