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The big one the one called Reggie asked me if we had a badge for dancing. Can you beat that? He said he thought he might make a stab for it. The other one thought that stalking meant picking corn off the stalk. Good night! They seemed to like Bert a lot, but I guess it was Skinny's going over to see them that got them interested.
When I saw Mr, Ellsworth sitting alone on the deck after dark, I went up and sat down and began talking to him. I often do that. I said, "I guess Skinny's going to get the swimming badge, all right." "Yes, I guess he is," that's what Mr. Ellsworth said, "Skinny's too much for me. If the boys would only teach him a little scouting, I'd be better pleased.
Yet, strangely enough, the only eagle that Hervey Willetts thought of now was the eagle which he had driven off the bird of prey. To have killed little Skinny's hope and dispelled his almost insane joy would have made Hervey Willetts feel just like that eagle which had aroused his wrath and reckless courage. "Not for mine," he muttered to himself.
He looked once at Skinny's shirt, murmured softly and in a tone of infinite disgust and pity, "Hell!" then ate his food in silence. During the meal Carolyn June ignored him, but smiled tenderly and often at Skinny. Old Heck and the widow, at the far end of the table, carried on a low-voiced dialogue. During the afternoon the Ramblin' Kid remained away from the house.
A saucy upward tilt to the nose, hinting that Carolyn June was a flirt; brown eyes that were level almost with Skinny's and that held in them a laugh and yet deep below the mirth something thoughtful, honest and unafraid, finished the wreck of the cowboy's susceptible heart.
Carolyn June heard Skinny's exclamation at the instant the Ramblin' Kid, catching at the half-open door, almost fell into the stall. His eyes stared with a dull, puzzled, unrecognizing vacancy first at Carolyn June and then the Gold Dust maverick. "Who th' hell " he mumbled stiffly. "What th' oh, yes there's th' filly th' th' race. It must be time. Th' mare's saddled! That's that's funny!
The cruise to camp must be made; let nothing interfere with that. If some of you boys wish to go into the city in the morning you may have the pleasure of purchasing Skinny's outfit. I would suggest that the Silver Foxes do this in order that their gift may go complete to their comrades of the Elks. I think I have your scoutmaster's permission to do this." "Sure you have!" Pee-wee shouted.
Parker, Charley, Chuck, Bert were gone to Chicago with steers; the Ramblin' Kid was gone nobody knew where; Skinny's dream about Carolyn June was gone she didn't love him, she just liked him; even his whisky was gone, he had given it to the hostler at the barn; he didn't have any friends or anything. "What's the matter, Skinny?"
And I'm glad you fellows are going to elect a new leader if you want him to reprimand Westy, be cause you'd never get me to do it, I can tell you that!" Oh, crinkums, there wasn't a sound. It had to stop because I was gulping and all excited, but I started again, you can bet. "And there's only one thing more I've got to say," I told them. "I got on the trail I mean Skinny's trail.
From the Silver Foxes to the Elks. Handle with Care. I told him to put prepaid on it, too, and then he said it would be a good idea to put some thrift stamps on Skinny's face. Jiminy, that fellow Westy has some crazy ideas. "Believe me, it'll be great," he said. "The Elks will have some training to do, that's one thing," I said. "He'll learn soon enough, all right," Westy answered.
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