“Well now, you run home and say you had a call on him, and look out who you make friends with next time.”
They were just about to start down the stairs, heavy-hearted with that last pathetic memory of their friend to carry in their minds, when looking down the broad stairway, they beheld a strange sight. A diminutive figure was ascending the steps.
He wore the full scout regalia, including all sundries and accessories, and the sight of him as he came trudging up carried the others back to that day when they had taken their memorable hike to Woodcliff. For stuck under his belt like some awful document of authority was an envelope of goodly dimensions, and his countenance wore a look calculated to strike terror to the stoutest heart.
Thus ascended the doughty little knight of the Good Turn, and several nurses watched him amusedly from the foot of the broad stair....
“HERE, READ THIS LETTER,” SAID PEE-WEE TO ROY.
Roy Blakeley in the Haunted Camp. Page 187
CHAPTER XXXII
RETURN OF THE GOOD TURN
“You think you’re so smart,” said Pee-wee, including the men as well as his scout comrades in his scathing rebuke. “It shows how much you know about good turns and scout laws and things. Maybe you think I haven’t got any[[3]] specific vacations. Here, read this letter and look at the pictures. Then you better go home and read scout law Number Two. Did you start jollying yet?”