“That is right; so long as you wear the uniform of the Boy Scouts, and since as you say you expect to become one of them, you must use their method of greeting one another.”
“And now will ye put me under bigger obligations by showing me the exact coorse to folly to reach the camp of me friends?”
The old man raised his staff from the ground and pointed to the left of the lad.
“If you will hold to that direction, you will go straight to them.”
“Now that ye have told me I won’t furgit it.”
“All the same you will; you know so little about the woods that you will be lost before you have gone a fourth of the distance.”
“How can I do that wid such plain instructions as ye have given me?”
“Were you not directed before you set out for your friends’ camp?”
“But not by such an intilligent gintleman as yersilf.”
The twitching of the beard at the side of the old man’s mouth showed that he was pleased by the whimsical compliment.