"Yes."
"When I got to the log I was all hunk—for half a minute. 'One to get ready,' that's what I said. Oh, boy, going down. Toys and stationery in the basement."
Just in that moment Gilbert thought of the bird.
"Yes?" he urged, "and then?"
"One to get ready,
One to jump high,
One to light in the pond or die."
"And you did it? I heard you were reckless. Here, read the note," Gilbert said with unconcealed admiration. The wandering minstrel had made another capture.
He was, however, a little sobered as he opened the envelope. He had never been the subject of an official missive before. He had never been honored by a courier. He had won badges and had an unique reputation for stunts. But when the momentary sting had passed it cannot be said that he left camp with any fond regrets. On the other hand, he bore the camp and his scoutmaster no malice now. He who forgets orders may also forget grievances. In Hervey's blithe nature there was no room for abiding malice.
"What are they trying to hand me now?" he asked, reading the notice.
"I don't know anything about it," said Gilbert; "I think you have to come back, don't you?"