“I saw the little kid; he said you were putting up the banner. Well—what—do—you—know! Will Cowell! Where is he anyway?”
“He went down to Terryville with another fellow to the movies to-night,” said Artie. “He’ll hunt you up, I guess.”
“I’ll—I’ll be glad to see him,” said Allison. He had intended to say that he would hunt Wilfred up, but had cautiously refrained because he preferred not to give any suggestion that he might visit the Ravens’ stronghold. “Christopher, I’ll be glad to see him,” he said.
“One of our fellows pumped it out of him that he’s some swimmer,” said Artie. He was too loyal and too considerate of Wilfred to say that his new member had volunteered this information. “We pumped it out of him that—you know that scarf pin he wears?”
“I ought to, my father gave it to him for saving my life,” said Allison. “You’ve got some scout there, boy.”
“Yes?”
“I’ll say you have.”
“Funny how you both happen to be here,” said Artie.
“Oh, this is a pretty big camp,” said Allison.
“Well,” laughed Artie, “we’ve got your old acquaintance and we’ve got your banner; you’ve got to hand it to us. Aren’t you afraid I’ll get your watch away from you, sitting here in the dark?”