“Well, we’ll be up there to-morrow, sure,” Doc Carson reassured him; “some of us anyway. Even if we don’t come to stay we’ll be up there, so you look for us.”
“I’m fair and square,” Blythe said. “When you come you can look the place over and then say–”
“You should worry about that,” Roy interrupted him.
“Maybe your people–”
“You leave our people to us,” Roy said. “My father believes in camping and fun–he inherits that from me. Scouts know how to pick out fathers all right.”
Their new friend smiled again, with a kind of simple pleasure at Roy’s nonsense, “I’ll look for you,” he said. Then they parted.
“He’s got some walk all the way up to Camp Merritt,” Doc Carson said. “Do you suppose he hasn’t any money?”
“Looks that way,” said Westy.
“I kind of like him,” Doc said. “I guess he’s in hard luck all right. I’m glad we met him.”
“I’m the one that did it,” Pee-wee shouted. “Didn’t I say for us all to go into Bennett’s? Now you see!”