"That's just the trouble," Mr. Ellsworth mused. "Tom would never do anything that he thought wrong," he added, after a pause; "but he has a way of doping things out for himself, and sometimes he asks queer questions."
"Well, he promised you, anyway," said Roy finally.
"Oh, yes, that settles it," Mr. Ellsworth said. "All's well that ends well."
"We should worry," said Roy, in his usual light-hearted manner.
"That's just what I shan't do," the scoutmaster answered.
"All right, so long, see you later," Roy called, as he started up Blakeley's hill.
Mr. Ellsworth and Pee-wee waved him goodnight. Presently Pee-wee deserted and went down, scout pace, through Main Street, laboriously hoisting his belt axe up with every other step. It was very heavy and a great nuisance to his favorite gait, but he had worn it regularly to scout meeting ever since war had been declared.