"You ought to go and take a ride in a merry-go-round," cried Pee-wee, sarcastically.
"In short, it is fraught with peril," said Roy.
"You got that out of a book, too," said Pee-wee, disgustedly, "fraught with peril!"
"I think it is too much of an undertaking," said Roy, ignoring him. "We can get round-trip tickets."
Pee-wee almost fell off his chair.
"But, of course," continued Roy, soberly, "a scout is not supposed to think of himself—especially a Silver Fox. I am a Silver Fox—sterling—warranted. A scout is a brother to every other scout. He ought to be ready to make sacrifices." (Mr. Ellsworth began to chuckle.)
"He ought not to stand by and see a fellow scout in danger. He ought not to stand and see a poor Elk go headlong——" (Hisses) "He ought to be ready with a good turn regardless of his own comfort and safety." (Hoots and laughter) "I am ready with a good turn. I am ready to sac——" (Jeers) "I am ready to sac——" (Jeers) "I am——" (Cries of "Noble lad!") "I am ready to sac——"
"Well, go ahead and sac, why don't you?" shouted Pee-wee in disgust. "You're a hyp——"
"Hip—hooray!" concluded several scouts.
"You're a hyp—hyp—hypocrite!" Pee-wee managed to ejaculate amid the tumult.