The boys gathered about Sam, hands thrust into their trousers pockets, and regarded him solemnly.
“I gueth,” smiled Tommy, “if you would thtand him up in a cornfield he would thcare all the crowth away. He lookth jutht like a thcare crow, doethn’t he?”
“Just what I was going to suggest,” added Dill. “He’d scare the crows all right and the owner of the corn patch, too.”
“Is that all?” asked Sam, dolefully.
“I think so.” The guardian smiled down into the boyish face.
“I wish I could see how I look.”
Tommy ran into the tent, returning quickly with a hand mirror, which she handed to the boy she had unwittingly wounded.
“Look out that your face doesn’t break it,” warned Dill.
“If my face doesn’t, your head may,” retorted Sam sharply.
“Well, what do you think of it?” asked Dill Dodd with a grin.