"And you know Tyson doesn't stand to win any medal for anything he did last night. Strictly speaking, he saved your lives, I suppose, but it isn't exactly a case for an award."
"Oh, mercy, no."
"I'm glad you see it that way, Mr. Carroll. Because sometimes scouts get to enjoying themselves so much here, that they forget what's in the handbook. These things go by rules, you know. I like Gilbert and I wouldn't want him to get any crazy notions from what these old timers say. There's some talk among the boys——"
"I think the little fellow's responsible for that," Mr. Carroll laughed. "Gilbert is level-headed and sensible."
"You bet," said Tom. "Well, then, it's all right, and there won't be any broken hearts. I've seen more broken hearts here at camp than broken heads ... You're a new troop, aren't you?" he queried.
"Oh, yes, we haven't got our eyes open yet."
"Goliath seems to have his mouth open for business."
"Yes," Mr. Carroll laughed. "Shall we stroll down to supper?"
"I've got one more call to make if you'll excuse me," said Tom.
"Come up again, won't you?"