“Is it a riddle?”
“No, it isn’t a riddle; I really want to know.”
“An Honor Scout is a scout that has a sense of honor. There’s only one scout in our troop that has any sense of honor—that’s Honorable Tomasso Slade alias Sherlock Nobody Holmes. He has the gold cross. Honorable Garry Everson has the silver cross. That means he has some sense of honor, but not so much.”
“I don’t believe a word you’re telling me,” she said.
Roy looked at her through the strings of his racket. “Boy Scout behind prison bars,” said he, teasingly.
“You tell me,” she said, turning to Doc Carson.
“I’ll tell you,” said Pee-wee; “you’ve got to look out for him, he’s a jollier. An Honor Scout is one that has saved somebody’s life—and gets an honor medal—see? If he takes a big chance and—and—kind of plunges into the jaws of death—kind of—”
“How?” said Roy.
“Then he gets the gold cross. If he—”
“Lands just outside the jaws,” interrupted Roy.