"Oh, sure, there's something! I suppose you'll be able to dig something out of the Handbook, defending cowards! You're great on the Handbook."
Again that something came up in Tom's throat and the ugly word cut him so that he could hardly speak.
"No, there isn't anything in the Manual about it," said he, in his slow monotone, "because I looked."
Roy sneered audibly.
"But I thought there might be another law—a 13th one about——"
"Oh, you make me sick with your 13th law!" Roy flared up. "Is that what you were dreaming about when you stood on the end of that board and beckoned to Garry——"
"I didn't beckon, I just looked——"
"Just looked! Well, I don't claim to be up on the law like you, but the 10th law's good enough for me,—'A scout is brave; he has the courage to face danger in spite of fear.' This fellow will have the bronze cross, maybe the silver one, for rescuing one of our troop, one of your own patrol. You know how we made a resolution that the first honor medal should come to us! And here you stand there watching and let a stranger walk away with it!"
"Do you think he'll get it?" Tom asked.