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"And you know Tyson doesn't stand to win any medal for anything he did last night. Strictly speaking, he saved your lives, I suppose, but it isn't exactly a case for an award."
"Oh, mercy, no."
"I'm glad you see it that way, Mr. Carroll. Because sometimes scouts get to enjoying themselves so much here, that they forget what's in the handbook. These things go by rules, you know. I like Gilbert and I wouldn't want him to get any crazy notions from what these old timers say. There's some talk among the boys----"
"I think the little fellow's responsible for that," Mr. Carroll laughed. "Gilbert is level-headed and sensible."
"You bet," said Tom. "Well, then, it's all right, and there won't be any broken hearts. I've seen more broken hearts here at camp than broken heads.... You're a new troop, aren't you?" he queried.
"Oh, yes, we haven't got our eyes open yet."
"Goliath seems to have his mouth open for business."
"Yes," Mr. Carroll laughed. "Shall we stroll down to supper?"
"I've got one more call to make if you'll excuse me," said Tom.
"Come up again, won't you?"
"Oh, yes, I make inspection every day. You'll be sick of the sight of me."
He was off again, striding down the little hill. He pa.s.sed among the tents, around Visitors' Bungalow, and toward the cabins in Good Turn Grove. Somewhat removed from these (a couple of good turns from them, as Roy Blakeley said) was the cabin of Mr. Denny's troop.
The boys were getting ready to go down and they greeted Tom cheerily.
"Where's Hervey?" he asked.
He had not seen Hervey since late the previous night, just after returning from the mountain. Hervey was then so exhausted as hardly to know him. The young a.s.sistant fancied a sort of constraint among the boys and he thought that maybe Hervey's condition had taken an alarming turn.
"Ask Mr. D.," said one of the scouts.
"H'lo, Mr. Denny," said Tom, stepping into one of the cabins. No one was there but the scoutmaster. "Where's our wandering boy to-night?"
"He has been dismissed from camp, I'm sorry to say," said Mr. Denny.
"Sit down, won't you?"
Tom could hardly speak for astonishment.
"You mean the camp--down at the office----"
"Oh, no, I sent him home. It was just between him and myself."
"Oh, I see," said Tom, a trifle relieved, apparently. "It wasn't on account of his hurt?"
"Oh, no, he's all right. He just disobeyed me, that's all. That sort of thing couldn't go on, you know. It was getting worse."
Mr. Denny had now had a chance to review his conduct and he found it in all ways justified. He was glad that he had not weakened. Moreover, there was fresh evidence.
"Only just now," he said, "one of the scoutmasters came to me with a notice from the bulletin board utterly ruined by a tomato which Hervey threw. He was greatly annoyed."
"Sure," said Tom.
"I don't exactly blame you, Slade----"
"Me?"
"But you took Hervey with you across the lake. He had promised me not to leave camp. Where he went, I don't know----"
"You _don't_?"
"No, and I don't care. He was picked up by the people in the bus, and if it hadn't been for that I suppose I'd be answerable to his parents for his death. He was very insolent to me."
"He didn't say----"
"Oh, no, he didn't say anything. He a.s.sumed an air of boyish independence; I don't know that I hold that against him."
"But he didn't tell you where he had been--or anything?"
"Why, no. I had no desire to hear that. His fault was in _starting_. It made no difference where he went."
"Oh."
For a few seconds Tom said nothing, only drummed with his fingers on the edge of the cot on which he sat.
"This is a big surprise to me," he finally said.
"It is a very regrettable circ.u.mstance to me," said Mr. Denny.
There ensued a few seconds more of silence. The boys outside could be heard starting for supper.
Tom was the first to speak. "Of course you won't think I'm trying to b.u.t.t in, Mr. Denny, but there's a rule that the camp can call on all its people in an emergency. The first year the camp opened we had a bad fire here and every kid in the place was set to work. After that they made a rule. Sometimes things have to be done in a hurry. I took Hervey and a couple of others across the lake, because I knew something serious had happened over there. I think I had a right to do that. But there's something else. Hervey didn't tell you everything. You said you didn't want him to."
"He has never told me everything. I had always been in the dark concerning him. This tomato throwing makes me rather ashamed, too."
"Yes," said Tom, "that's bad. But will you listen to me if I tell you the whole of that story--the whole business? I've been away from camp all day. I only got here fifteen minutes ago. I know Hervey's a queer kid--hard to understand. I don't know why he didn't speak out----"
"Why, it was because I told him it wouldn't make any difference," said Mr. Denny, a bit nettled. "The important point was known to me and that was that he disobeyed me. I don't think we can gain anything by talking this over, Slade."
"Then you won't listen to me, Mr. Denny?"
"I don't think it would be any use."
Tom paused a moment. He was just a bit nettled, too. Then he stood. And then, just in that brief interval, his lips tightened and his mouth looked just as it used to look in the old hoodlum days--rugged, strong.
The one saving, hopeful feature which Mr. Ellsworth, his old scoutmaster, had banked upon then in that sooty, unkempt countenance.
They were the lips of a bulldog:
"All right, Mr. Denny," he said respectfully.