I just went up to him and I made my fingers into the salute, only I didn’t hold my hand up. I just grabbed his hand. I guess I didn’t know what I was doing but just the same he could feel how my fingers were. “Listen Will,” I said to him. “Sure we’re Silver Foxes--only listen. I was sore--I admit I was sore--but maybe it isn’t so bad. Look at Hervey Willetts, the crazy Indian, he’s always breaking rules, and everybody likes him. Listen--will you please listen?” “Do you take it back--that question?” Will said. Jiminies, he could hardly speak either. “I do, sure I do,” I told him, “only yellow, that’s one color I don’t like except on bananas----” “Now I know it’s you,” Will said. “Listen Will,” I said to him. “Listen--we have to be starting back, but listen before we start. Will you cut that out! You’re _not yellow_, you’re the color of vanilla ice, that’s a kind of a silver color--now listen. If I said anything I’m sorry for I’m glad of it. Come on, let’s start back. Shall we hike around north, or go back the way Dub and I came--or both?” Will just sort of laughed, he said I sounded like myself--crazy he meant--I should worry. So then we started for camp around north, because the trail is better that way. “I was just bobbing for eels,” Will said. “I didn’t want to hear that Arizona Scout. It looks as if you didn’t want to hear him yourself.” “Right in the eye,” I said. “See if you can hit me again.” He said, “I suppose I’ll get sent home.” “That’s the trouble--can’t be helped,” I told him. “Dub, he has to go day after to-morrow. If he got himself blamed for taking the boat, he’d have to go to-morrow morning----” “Like I will,” Will said. “Well, don’t you care,” I told him. “Maybe you’ll be in time to go away with your folks, hey? The sea shore--oh boy!” “Shall I go to the office as soon as we get to camp?” he asked me. “Sure,” I said, “and I’ll go with you and we’ll report how Dub saved your life. When he goes home day after to-morrow he’ll be an Eagle Scout and he’ll be down for the Gold Medal. Gee, Will, he’s a mighty nice fellow--I saw him a lot.” “Why doesn’t he stay?” Will asked me. “Because he’s just an _in-and-outer_,” I said. “He’s only up for two weeks. I think his folks are pretty poor, that’s what I think. If he’s got to go, he’s got to go. But, jiminies, we don’t want him going with a black eye.” “I’ll say we don’t,” Will said. “I’ll take the black eye--black’s better than yellow.” “You said it,” I told him. When we got to camp, there wasn’t anybody around. We counted the coats and they were all in. Up on Powwow Hill the camp-fire was still going. I guess that old Scout from out west was talking everybody deaf, dumb and blind. We could see dark forms sitting all around. Even Cooking Shack was closed up, so I guess even Chocolate Drop was up there. I said to Will, “They’re still breadcrusting bedtime stories. I’d like to have a hunk of pie, I know that.”