“We’d better get busy with that fellow,” said Wig. “You fellows wanted me to swim for it—but nothing doing. Not while he’s around to see me lose it—nit, not. Why, did you notice that scarf pin that he wears?”
“He didn’t even get a patrol scarf yet,” said El Sawyer. “You’d think he’d do that much——”
“Keep still,” said Artie. “What about the scarf pin?”
“Heroes don’t have to have a lot of money,” shouted Pee-wee.
“Will you keep quiet?” demanded Artie. “What about the pin?”
“It was a present for saving a fellow’s life,” said Wig, highly conscious of the impression he was making; “he swam out and saved the fellow from drowning.”
“He told you that?” Grove asked.
“He didn’t exactly tell me, he admitted it. The fellow he saved is here in camp and you can go and ask him. He’s in that New Haven outfit we took the Single Eye from. Go and ask him if you want to—if you think one of your own members is a liar.”
“Who said he was?” Grove demanded.
“Well,” said Wig rather defiantly.