“Shall the silver of the Silver Foxes be tarnished by that slanderous card?”
“Never!”
“They have called us the ’Follow Afters’—they have said that we are nothing but ‘Silver Polish’”!
“We’ll rub it into them,” shouted Westy.
“They have taken cowardly refuge in the troop rule that no Silver Fox shall enter their tent except on invitation, and this insertion—”
“You mean aspersion.”
“Glares forth from the upright of their sordid lair—”
“‘Sordid lair’ is good!”
“No extra charge,” said Roy; “until now the worm has turned. If we cannot enter their tent then we must take down their tent, remove the card, and put the tent up again.”
“Oh, joy!” said Ed.