“Yes, because I found something to get hold of.” “Listen, my boy. Do you think I haven’t tried? Why we had him in our troop. All last summer he was up at Temple Camp----” “That’s some camp, I guess.” “I’ll say it is. He’s the only boy in my troop who was lucky enough to go up there. You know, Corson, Mr. Walton is one of the finest men that ever lived--_absolutely_. He’s strong for Temple Camp. You know it costs something up at that ranch--oh yes. He had Hervey up there all summer and the little devil was dismissed at the end of the season. He just did as he pleased all summer. When they were closing up they let him down easy; told him never to come back. And they meant it. Mr. Walton doesn’t know anything about this. And Hervey doesn’t know I know. It came to me indirectly from a scoutmaster in Clover Valley who had a patrol up there. I wrote up to camp, saying I was Hervey’s scoutmaster, and asked them about it. You ought to see the letter I got back. Now Mr. Walton tells me he’s going to send Hervey up to Chestnut Hill Military Academy for the fall and winter and next summer up to Temple Camp----” “Good night!” “Interesting? I just smiled. I thought I wouldn’t say anything; just let matters take their course. If I can’t help Hervey, at least I don’t want to hurt him. Mr. and Mrs. Walton are going to Europe next summer and Hervey’s going up to Temple Camp. I think Mr. and Mrs. are entitled to a vacation.” “But Hervey can’t go up there,” Wyne said. “Oh, can’t he! Leave it to him.” “Does he know he’s going to be sent up there?” “I dare say.” “I bet he’s worried.” “I bet he isn’t. He doesn’t know that word is in the dictionary.” Wyne shook his head. “I’ll tell you just what Hervey’ll do if you want to know,” said Mr. Talbot. “He’s not giving Temple Camp a thought. They didn’t fire him; he fired them. He’s forgotten all about it. But you know he’s lucky; he always says he’s lucky. When Mr. Walton sends him up there he’ll go and he’ll trust to luck. He can’t say that he’s forbidden to go, not now. He’ll go up there--he’s just reckless enough to do it--and he’ll trust to doing some big daredevil stunt and being allowed to stay.” “And he’ll succeed, too, I bet,” said Wyne. “No, he won’t succeed. They’re not falling for things like that up there. He’ll be just packed off home as soon as he gets there. And I don’t know what he’ll do. Mr. and Mrs. Walton won’t be here; the house will be closed up. But I’m not going to poke my nose in Hervey’s concerns. It’s like putting your hand in the fire, you just get burned. There’s nothing to get hold of with Hervey; he’s got to make his own trail. Why look at to-night! Where do you suppose he is?” Wyne shrugged his shoulders. And so they walked along in silence for a few minutes.