“Sure, all of them, lots of times. They wouldn’t let me get into the second class and they wouldn’t give me the astronomy badge, even if I can follow the stars⸺”
“You can do that?”
“You tell ’em I can.”
“We’ll show ’em, that’s better,” said Tom.
“I’m through! Didn’t I hike out to White Bar not following the trail? I made a trail of my own, I did!”
“Now you’re shouting,” said Brent.
Tom sat there studying the boy curiously.
CHAPTER XXV—The Little Rascal
Yes, that was it, the little rascal would have to make his own trails; Tom saw that. And he had evidently made some pretty poor ones. He was one of those boys from whose point of view the world seems to be against him.
“They pretty sore at you?” Tom asked.