“We took that little old banner early last summer,” said Wig; “and we’re the only patrol that ever kept it over into another season.”
“What do you mean ‘we took it’?” Wilfred asked.
“Well then, I took it, if you want to be so particular,” said Wig. “But I represented the patrol, didn’t I?”
“I don’t know—did you?”
“You’d better stick around and learn something about patrol spirit,” said Wig. “If one scout in a patrol does a thing it’s the same as if they all do it.”
“Then I’ve been eating three helpings of dessert at every meal so far,” Wilfred observed. “That’s what little Harris does. I’ll be getting indigestion from the way he eats if I don’t look out.”
“I have to laugh at you,” said Wig, “but just the same you know what I mean.”
“Yes, you bet I do,” Wilfred agreed.
“You’ll see how it is, it’s always the patrol,” said Wig. “You do the stunt, we all get the honor—see?”
“And you did the stunt?” Wilfred asked.