The man said, “Yes, I think the movie people went away late last night and we got here this morning and moved in. We’re surveyors working for Uncle Sam and we’re going to make a map of all this region. We were doing old Overlook Mountain last week and they told us up there that if we wanted a wide-awake helper to help out in the local field as a stake boy, we could probably get one at Temple Camp. Well, they picked a winner for us, that’s all I can say. Hanged if I wouldn’t like to take him up to Alaska with us next summer. What do you say, Mac?” “I could swing it for him,” one of the others said. All of a sudden I spoke up. I said, “As long as one of them was saved and then the other one was saved, will you please excuse me while I drop dead? I could even drop as dead as Bunko Bravado is. And please send word to my fond parents that I died laughing. _The fixer has fixed it._ Scout Bobby Easton, he gets the Gold Medal for saving life by risking his own, and he gets a hundred dollars besides--that’s a private award--and that proves that if Dub sticks to Pee-wee he can stay at Temple Camp as long as he wants--_not_--and get a hundred dollars, only watch him get it! His middle name is Hunter’s Stew, He mixes it. In mixing he can sure outdo, All other Scouts he ever knew, And when a thing goes all askew, He fixes it. “Good night,” I said, “please let me die in peace. And don’t let Scout Harris come to my funeral because he’ll spoil it all.” As soon as I dropped down dead, Sandy he dropped down dead too--I could see him with my dying gaze. Dub just stood where he was. He couldn’t die because he was petrified. Everybody started laughing. They even woke me up out of my peaceful death, laughing so hard. I said, “There’s only one thing I have against scouting and that is that there isn’t any fixer’s badge.” We were all laughing, and all the while Sandy was telling Bobby Easton and those three government surveyors about how Pee-wee was going to fix it for Dub so he’d get the life-saving medal and enough money to stay at camp. Oh boy, didn’t they laugh! Bobby Easton said, “Then I don’t take it.” I said, “That’s where you’re positively absolutely wrong the first time, Bunko Daraway Reckless Bravado, because you have to take it whether you want it or not--you’re a hero. You can’t help being one any more than Pee-wee can help being a fixer and doing such good turns to his Scout comrades--accent on the good turns. Do you think it worries us not to get a medal? Didn’t we _not_ find a will? And didn’t we _not_ find some bandits? If we got what we were after when Pee-wee was along we’d all drop dead from shock and so Dub Smedley couldn’t stay anyway, so what do we care? Do you think that was the first time young Harris leaped before he looked?”