“And we’ll have a lot of fun doing it too,” said Hervey.
CHAPTER XXXIII
HERVEY’S SERENADE
Honest, I’d rather run the whole Silver Fox Patrol than try to run Hervey Willetts. But as we sculled around I could see that even that other fellow was kind of getting to like him.
Hervey sat perched up on the little three-cornered seat in the bow with his legs dangling out into the water on either side and Sandwich lying on the bottom near him. He looked, I don’t know,—I just had to laugh when I looked at him.
I said, “Herve, after all this you’re not going to spoil everything, are you? We had a good time to-day and we’re going to have a whole lot more. You’ve got a medal coming to you for what you did to-night. You were called a liar and now a couple of hours after that you can have the whole camp eating out of your hand, Mr. Arnoldson and all. This fellow, you’ve captured him too, and he’ll go the limit to help you. Won’t you?” I said.
“Nobody can say I have a streak of yellow and get away with it,” the fellow said.
“For goodness’ sake don’t mix things up now when everything’s coming your way,” I said to Hervey. “They’ll wrap Temple Camp up for you and send it home prepaid. Will you let me see Mr. Arnoldson and tell him?”
He said, “Blakeley, I’m through with this outfit for good. I beat it to-night.”
“While everybody’s shouting for you?” I asked him.
“Precisely, exactly,” he said. “I might have joined a circus this summer——”