“Good for you! Well, now, give me your ear. I was just going to rise to remark when you made your little speech, that we’ll go over to the western side of this sharp peak, this tack point, this spire—”
“And the first and the last,
And the future and the past.
And the first and the last—”
sang Gordon, doggedly.
“Keep still!”
“Well, then, you keep still.”
“Kid, all you need is an apple. Now listen to your patrol leader. It’s a scout’s duty to obey his leader. You need to brush up on the law a little.”
“I suppose that precipice over there is what you call a contour line,” said Gordon, with deep sarcasm.
“That’s what Uncle Sam’s surveyors call it, but, of course, anything you say—”