“You bet,” said Hervey; “you can roll them up and put them in your pocket if you want to.”
Skinny gazed at his companion as if he didn’t just see how he could do that.
And so they started down for camp together, verging away from the tracks of glory, so as to make a short cut.
“I bet you’re smart, ain’t you?” Skinny asked. “I bet you’re the best scout in this camp. I bet you know everything in the handbook, don’t you?”
“I wouldn’t know the handbook if I met it in the street,” Hervey said.
Skinny seemed a bit puzzled. “I had a bicycle that a big fellow gave me,” he said, “but it broke. Did you ever have a bicycle?”
“Well, I had one but I lost it before I got it,” Hervey said. “So I don’t miss it much,” he added.
“You sound as if you were kind of crazy,” Skinny said.
“I’m crazy about you,” Hervey laughed; and he gave Skinny a shove.
“Anyway, I like you a lot. And they’ll surely let me be a second-class scout now, won’t they?”