“Did you?”
“Suuure I did. And they gave a signal badge to a feller from Brooklyn but not to me.”
“Well, you see, there must have been something; you didn’t fulfill all the requirements of the test—maybe.”
“I didn’t do a thing but tumble that feller off the springboard. That’s why I got discipline wished on me—dish washing. Not me!”
“So you’re quitting?”
“What’s the use staying as long as I’m in dutch?”
There followed a pause during which this redoubtable youngster ate with a vigor surpassing all his other achievements.
“They got no use for me and I got no use for them,” he said. “Now they won’t even show me, they won’t. They won’t even tell me the trail signs. Geeeeee, they needn’t worry, I’ll get along all right.”
“Help yourself to bacon,” said Brent.
“They don’t need to tell me where the launch is sunk—not that bunch. I’m out on the lake every night hunting myself.”