"That's the way to do," said Tom.
"His name is Tyson, that's what his name is. Do you know him?"
"You bet."
"He saved all the fellers in that wagon from getting killed because he shouted for the wagon to stop. So he's a hero, ain't he?"
"Well, I don't know about that," said Tom cheerily; "medals aren't so easy to get."
"There was a crazy feller near that wagon. I bet you were never crazy, were you?"
"Not so very."
"Will you help him to get the medal—Tyson?"
"Well, now, you let me tell you something," said Tom; "don't you pay so much attention to these fellows around camp. The main thing for you to do is to eat pie and stew and things. A lot of these fellows think it's easy to get medals. And they think it's fun to jolly little fellows like you. Don't you think about medals; you think about dinner."
"But after I get through thinking about dinner——"