Mr. Stanton laughed.
“So if Harry didn’t have a boat of his own, why, then, of course, we’d have to give the Good Turn back to him—’cause it’s his, see? But, of course, as long as he has a boat of his own, it’s all right. Anyway, you couldn’t stop us from leaving the Good Turn at Nyack Landing if we wanted to. Even if you were a—a—judge, you couldn’t do that, could you?”
“I seem to be at your mercy,” said Mr. Stanton.
“And there’s another dandy argument, too—a peach!”
“If it’s one of your own, I should like to hear it.”
“Well, you want Harry to get well, don’t you? Maybe you don’t know all that Garry Everson did to make him—to help him get better. And then he gave him up so’s Tom could have a full patrol. Gee, even we didn’t know what kind of a fellow Garry was—we didn’t. But we know now, you can bet. Maybe Harry would get worse again if you took that boat away from him. He’s just thought of a dandy name for it—the Honor Scout.”
“Hmmm,” mused Mr. Stanton.
“Isn’t that one pippin of a name?”
“I think we may let him have the boat,” said Mr. Stanton, thoughtfully. “The whole circumstance is so very strange——”
“And can he make the cruise with us to Plattsburg?”