"Oh, yes, you can do a lot. You ought to join the Camp-fire Girls. You were asked to stay at camp—I'm not talking about yesterday. I'm talking about all summer. There's an easy stunt. But you fell down on it. Don't talk to me about stunts."
"Do you think it's easy to hang around camp all the time? It's hard, you can bet."
"Sure, it's a stunt. And you can't do it. Little Pee-wee Harris can do it, but you can't. Don't talk stunts to me. I know what a stunt is."
"What's a stunt?" Hervey asked, trying to conceal the weakness of his attitude with a fine air of defiance.
"Why, a stunt is something that is hard to do, that's all."
"You tell me——"
"I'll tell you something I want you to do and you're afraid to do it—you're afraid."
"I won't take a dare from anybody," Hervey shouted.
"Well, you'll take one from me."
"You dare me to do something and see."