“I’m a second-class scout,” Skinny said.
“I—I just did it. I’m going to do more so as to be sure. Will you stay with me so you can tell them? Because maybe they won’t believe me.”
“They’ll believe you, Skinny, or I’ll break their heads, one after another. What did you do, Alf, old boy?”
“Maybe they’ll say I’m lying.”
“Not while I’m around,” Hervey said. “What’s on your mind, Skinny?”
“I ain’t through yet,” Skinny said. “I know your name and I like you. I like you because you can dive fancy.”
“Yes, and what are you doing here, Alf?” Hervey asked, sitting down beside the little fellow.
“I’m a second-class scout,” Skinny said; “I found the tracks and I tracked them. See them? There they are. Those are tracks.”
“Yes, I see them.”