“Maybe you’ll get that canoe some day, hey?”
“What canoe is that, Alf?”
“The one for the highest honor; it’s on exhibition in Council Shack. All the fellows go in to look at it. A big fellow let me go in with him, ’cause I’m scared to go in there alone.”
“I haven’t been inside Council Shack in three weeks,” Hervey said. “I don’t know what it looks like inside that shanty. I’m not strong on exhibitions. I’ll take a squint at it when we go down.”
“The highest honor, that’s the Eagle award, isn’t it?” Skinny asked.
“I suppose so,” Hervey said; “a fellow can’t get any higher than the top unless he has an airplane.”
“Can he get higher than the top if he has a balloon?” Skinny wanted to know.
“Never you mind about balloons. What we’re after now is the second-class scout badge, and we’re going to get it if we have to kill a couple of councilmen.”
“Did you ever kill a councilman?”
“No, but I will, if Alf McCord, second-class scout, doesn’t get his badge. I feel just in the humor. Go on now, chase yourself up the line a ways and then come back. I’ll be waiting at the garden gate.”