"Roy," Tom called after him, "I want to speak to you a minute."
Roy paused.
"I—I was thinking—do you smell smoke, Roy? It makes me think how we used to rake up the leaves."
Roy said nothing.
"I understand the troop is going home tomorrow and some of you are going in the Good Turn. I hope you'll have a fine trip—like when we came up. I wish you could all stay longer. It makes me kind of homesick to see you all go."
"We might have stayed longer," said Roy, coldly, "only—is that all you want to say to me?" he broke off.
"I just want to say good-bye and——"
"All right, good-bye," said Roy, and walked away.
Tom watched him for a few seconds, then went on down to supper.