“Well, it’s a call for help,” laughed Tom.
With a fine air of disgust the boy cast his magnificent ornament upon the floor, drew his sweater over his head and strode out into the night with Tom.
Brent, left alone, leaned over without disturbing his restful posture, picked up the pin, and gazed at it amusedly.
“Leave it to Tom,” he said to himself.
CHAPTER XXVI—Watchful Waiting
Tom was weary enough after his strenuous day, but he never did things by halves; he escorted his young acquaintance up to the Hawkeye Spoke Trail and set him upon his journey back into the land of the enemy.
“You going to read your little Scout book now?” he asked before taking leave of him.
“Suuuuure, if I say I do a thing, I do it.”
“Bully.”
“Don’t ever be a quitter or a walking call for help.”