“Every season some fool, or maybe some tenderfoot, gets his life in danger at Temple Camp, and you’d get a chance to win the medal if you stayed long enough. That is, you would if you weren’t afraid of risking your own life. Only you want to win a hundred dollars inside the next week, and jiminy crinkums, if you did you’d be mighty lucky, that’s all I can say. If you got your Eagle award, even that wouldn’t do you any good. Because you couldn’t have Eagle Crag Cabin to stay in unless you were staying all summer. I mean you could have it to stay in as long as you’re here, but you’d only be here a week.”
“Heads or tails I lose, hey?” Dub said. “I guess there’s nothing for me to do but go home. Like you say, united we stand, divided we sprawl. Well anyway I’m glad I was here while you fellows were here. We had a good time while it lasted, hey?”
Jiminies, I felt awful sorry for him.
CHAPTER XV
THE HERO MAKER
All of a sudden I had an idea and I turned around and said, “Hey, Scout Harris, you know so much about scouting, is the Rotary Club award for one hundred dollars?”
He said, “Yes, but it doesn’t come till the end of the season in the canoe races.”
I said, “Well, then, that settles it, we’re out of luck. United we stand, divided one of us goes home.”
Dub said, “Never mind, let’s go back to the chasm and see those movie people. We can camp in the chasm to-night and when we go back to camp to-morrow, anyway we can say we had a good time. I don’t have to go home till next Saturday.”
“You make me tired!” Pee-wee shouted. “You don’t have to go home at all. That’s what Roy Blakeley’s all the time saying, united we stand, and it hasn’t got any sense to it. All you have to do is to save somebody’s life—”
“Just like that,” I said.