“If you do a thing, you do it, don’t you?” he said.
“Sure,” I said, “but you want the proof of it, don’t you?”
“If I know I did it why do I want any proof?” he said. “That’s what Pee-wee calls a dandy argument.”
“You’re a funny fellow, Dub,” I said.
He just gave me a shove and he said, “Maybe when I come to see you I will be an Eagle Scout. Now let’s talk about something else. You come in here to see my snapshots and all you do is razz me. Where’s Will to-day?” he wanted to know.
“Oh, he’s off after his bird study badge,” I said. “He’s only got that and the carpentry badge to get. Then he’s a Star Scout. Jiminies, he’s pulling shingles off and nailing them on again up at the old burned storehouse. Every time he sees a piece of wood he wants to saw it in half. To-day he’s got a date with a couple of blue jays or something. He’s got his little kodak with him.”
Dub said, “Do you know there is one thing I’d like?”
“Name it,” I said, “and I’ll give it to you twice.”
He said, “Do you remember when I first got in with you fellows, we started out on a hike, didn’t we?”
“Sure, whichever way the wind stopped blowing,” I said. “We went after wills and robbers and everything.”