Glen slowly and deliberately turned around in his seat and looked at his questioner.
"Who are you?" he asked, and his voice was so aggressive that every scout in hearing distance turned to see what was up.
"You'll find out who I am," replied Matt angrily. "Get up when I tell you."
"I don't have to get up when you tell me, nor lie down when you tell me, nor do anything when you tell me. Did you get that? What now?"
Matt was getting very angry but he did not entirely forget his position.
"If I call my patrol you'll get up mighty quick," he said. "I'd like to know who let you come here, anyway."
"Never mind about your patrol and don't fuss about who let me come here. You come and make me get up, all by yourself."
Matt looked at the brown skin and the strong tough features of the obstinate boy a long minute, as if making up his mind.
"Oh, well," he said, "I suppose if you're a guest you must do as you please."
"Since you're so nice about it," said Glen, "the seat's yours. Do what you want with it."