“We meet here to-night after a hard day’s work, pleasant as work always
is, but hard nevertheless. You will have the satisfaction of knowing
that you will occupy a bunk which your companions have made ready for
you, and that you did not yourself hammer so much as a single nail.
Arthur Van Arlen and Wigley Weigand, both weary and one lame, after a
frightful experience, were here and helped to make the boat safe and
comfortable for _you_. They were loyal to the Raven Patrol. I hope you
may be moved to appreciate the interest and spirit which they displayed
while you were playing ball.
“When you have an opportunity, Wesleigh, I would like to have you read
the scout laws again and bear in mind particularly your obligation of
loyalty to your scoutmaster, which of course, means to your scout
duties—your troop and your patrol. I kept my word with you to-day and
you did not keep your word with me. The house-boat is ready for our
cruise, and I hope that you, along with all the members of the troop
will find the trip enjoyable. That is all, Wesleigh, unless you have
something to say.”
Oh, gee, you should have heard the silence—I don’t mean _heard_ it—but
there wasn’t a sound.
Then Westy said, “I haven’t got anything to say.” And then he sat down.
I knew that it was time then for me to do what I wanted to do, but I
couldn’t get up because I felt all shaky. I was holding to the pole of
the Silver Fox emblem that was right beside me, and, oh, cracky, I felt
funny. All of a sudden I heard Mr. Ellsworth say that he wouldn’t say
anything to Roy Blakeley because the patrol was going to have an
election and then I heard Will Dawson, of my patrol, say under his
breath, sort of, that there’d be only one fellow to vote for me, and I
knew he meant Westy Martin. Gee, I’m glad I heard him say that because
it gave me a kind of an idea what to say and it made me mad, and when
you’re mad you have courage—you know what I mean, you can get up and
talk. Jiminy, I knew I couldn’t make a speech like Mr. Ellsworth with
all long words, and besides I had to be careful that it didn’t seem as
if I was just answering him back.
So then I grabbed tight hold of the emblem pole because, I don’t know,
it seemed to give me courage kind of, and it was _my_ emblem and _my_
patrol for a few minutes yet, anyway. But oh, didn’t my hand tremble.
Anyway I could see that Mr. Bennett was sort of listening and I wasn’t
so much scared after I got up.
This is what I said, only I didn’t say it as well as it sounds here on
account of being nervous, but I should worry as long as I knew I was
right, hey?
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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