“That shows Will Dawson did me a good turn,” Dub said. “I’d treat him to an ice cream soda if I was only going to stay up here, if I only had a dime.”
“Now you’re starting kidding about it,” I said.
Dub said, “All right, if you want me to be serious, listen here. You’re not going to tell Tom Slade anything—you’re going to keep your mouth shut. Nobody has to know anything about this. I did my part, now you have to do yours.”
“And you not get the Gold Medal?” I just shouted at him. “And how about—gee, don’t you want to go home an Eagle Scout?”
“I don’t want to go home at all,” he said.
I said, “If I was an Eagle Scout and had the Gold Medal, I wouldn’t mind going home, you can bet.”
He said, “Well, are we dry?”
Will said, “Wait till I get my shoes dried out a little.”
“Yes, and you row straight across,” I told him.
“Are you going to walk?” he asked me.