“You tell ’em,” said Warde, earnestly.
He put his arm over his patrol mate’s shoulder as if to claim a kinship of which even Ed could not boast. But it made no difference to Ed, for a scout is a brother to every other scout throughout the whole length and breadth of the land. Westy seemed conscious of this as he rapped Ed on the shoulder while the three strolled away together. “Well, are you cured?” Warde asked.
“Yes, I’m cured,” said Westy.
“You admit you’re a scout?” queried Ed.
“I admit you’re one,” Westy said.
“Thanks for those kind words.”
“You always smile and look pleasant and that’s the main thing,” said Westy.
“Wrong the first time,” said Ed. “The main thing is not to accept anything for a service; law five, also law nine; handbook page thirty-four.”
“You said it,” enthused Warde. “The trouble with——”
“Tarnished Sun,” interrupted Ed.