“It sounds kind of too——” Warde began.
“No, it doesn’t,” Pee-wee shouted.
“Well, anyway,” Warde laughed, “I’d like to say this if I can have a word——”
“Help yourself,” said Roy, “Pee-wee has plenty of them.”
“I don’t care anything about seeing my name in the papers,” said Warde. “I never thought much about Yellowstone Park but I guess I’d like to go there all right. I don’t think so much of that stunt now that it’s written down. But if it wins out I’ll be glad; I’ll be glad mostly on account of the troop——”
“Won’t you be glad on account of the grizzly bears?” thundered Pee-wee.
“Sure,” Warde laughed, “but I’ll be glad mostly because we have—you know—an honor in our troop. I like this troop better than Yellowstone Park. Anyhow this is all I want to say; I hope you fellows won’t be disappointed if I—if we don’t get it.”
“What do you mean don’t get it?” Pee-wee roared.
“I mean just that,” Warde laughed, as he tousled Pee-wee’s curly hair. “I hope we get it, but I’m not going to worry about it. And if we do get it I’ll be glad on account of the troop. I always stuck to the troop; I could have gone to Europe last summer but I wanted to go away with the troop. And if I do—if I should—go out to the Yellowstone this is the way it will be with me; I’ll feel as if I’m going for the troop.”
“That’s the way to talk,” said Mr. Ellsworth briskly.