"What? About Willetts?"
"Sure."
"Dare say. He's about due for the G. B., I guess. But if you want to cook a fish you've got to catch him first."
"Where is he, anyway?" one asked. "I thought his foot was so bad."
"I saw him limping off this morning, that's all I know," another said.
"It would take more than a lame ankle to keep him at camp," said Dorry Benton of Roy's patrol. "Did you see that crazy stick he was using for a cane?"
"The wandering minstrel," another scout commented.
"He stands pat with Slady, all right."
"Gee, you can't help liking the fellow."
"I have to laugh at him," Westy said.