“Oh, for swimming out and helping Al get to shore at Short Beach. Didn’t I tell you I knew some fellows in New Haven?”
“Oh, so you saved his life?”
“Come on, let’s go to dinner,” said Wilfred.
CHAPTER X
BEFORE CAMP-FIRE
Wig-wag Weigand did not fail to advertise Wilfred to the patrol members that very evening. He did this while they sprawled about their cabin waiting for the darkness before they went down to camp-fire.
“He’s one of those quiet, kind of bashful fellows,” said Wig; “but, oh, boy, Tom Slade wished a winner onto us all right.”
“Now you see him, now you don’t,” commented Grove Bronson.
“I suppose you don’t know that a hero is always modest,” Wig shot back, rather disgusted.
“I don’t know, I was never a hero,” said Grove.
“I was, a lot of times!” shouted Pee-wee Harris. “And they are, so that proves it. Do you think heroes don’t have to go and take walks? That shows how much you know about them?”