“Yes, for fear they’ll find out at camp that Dub Smedley went home on account of you. I’m going to tell the whole camp anyway!”
“And go back on your promise,” Dub said. “I guess I will have to feel sorry for myself if not even my best pals are good scouts.”
“I didn’t mean it, I’ll keep my promise,” I said.
“But I’ll tell you this, you’re a Gold Medal Scout and an Eagle Scout, and the best scout that ever came to Temple Camp. And if you had what was coming to you you’d be wearing the Gold Medal now.”
“What, on this jacket?” he said.
“Yes, on that jacket,” I said. “You can put a scout suit on a dummy in a clothing store, can’t you? And does that make him a Scout?”
“Some argument,” Dub said. “I kind of like you when you’re mad.”
“Yes and you make me mad,” I said. “Because I have to feel mean. And Will does too, I bet he does. And another thing, it spoils the whole summer for me, your going home.”
“I wish I was going to have the hike back with you,” he said.
“There won’t be much fun in it,” I told him.