“I might make my last test,” Warde panted. “I just happened to think of it.” He looked rather appealingly at Roy who was his patrol leader.
“Come ahead,” said Roy, “I’m glad you thought of it.”
“Have you got your note book?” Pee-wee vociferously demanded. “You’ve got to jot down everything you see and write a satisfactory description of it.”
“Only the test says alone or with another scout.” Warde said doubtfully. “What do you think? It would be a peach of a chance and I’m crazy to get my first class badge.”
“The question is, are we to consider Pee-wee a scout?” Roy said, winking at Warde. “Is he a scout or a sprout?”
“It’s just as you say, you’re patrol leader,” Warde laughed.
“Sure, it’s all right,” laughed Roy, “come ahead. I’d have asked you only I never thought about it.”
“Have you got your note book?” Pee-wee again demanded.
“Yep,” Warde laughed.
“Then you’re all right,” Pee-wee assured him. “It doesn’t make any difference whether one scout goes with you or two.”