Harry Stanton smiled naturally and now Tom Slade, who was watching his every movement, realized how much like his young sister he looked. His nose wrinkled a little, just like hers, when he smiled. There was no doubt as to who he was.
“I knew it was my boat,” he said. “I thought it was the next morning. It seemed as if I was just waking up. I don’t mean it’s my boat, now, of course——”
“It sure is yours, all right,” said Roy.
“I’ve got my other one and I don’t want it. But it seemed as if I had fallen asleep on it and——”
“He thought I was Benty Willis for a minute,” said Garry.
“And then—then, sort of, I knew all about what happened. When I saw my—the—boat, I knew. I knew for sure.”
There were a few seconds of silence, broken by Mr. Ellsworth’s saying, “It’s wonderful, almost unbelievable.” And still no one else spoke, the company only gazing at Harry Stanton, as one might look at an apparition.
Then Doc Carson, Raven and First-Aid Scout, said, “Garry, you’re a wonder.”
“And all the thanks he got——” began Connie Bennet.
“Oh, I didn’t mind that,” laughed Garry; “I had my little trail to follow, and I followed it, that’s all. I just kept my eyes on the trail and not on you fellows—just as Jeb is all the time telling us. If he had seen that boat too soon, or been jollied or got too much excited or tired he might have gone nutty, for sure. Tell us a camp-fire yarn, Roy, I want Harry to see that we’ve got a real ‘nut’ in the camp.”