“Sure, in the end he’ll have to get his jaw fixed,” I said. Dub said, “I don’t think his jaw will ever need to be fixed, it seems to be in pretty good shape.” “Did you see Bobby’s Gold Medal?” the kid piped up. “It’s a new kind of a one, it’s got all filigree around it, and it says FOR LIFE SAVING. I had to be a witness to prove I got saved. I had to prove it that I’m alive.” “You don’t have to prove that,” I said. Sandy said, “I’m going to get a new kind of award started. It’s going to be made out of fourteen carat gold----” “Fourteen carrots are nothing for Pee-wee,” I said. “If I was making a medal for him I’d have fourteen carrots, nineteen turnips, a lot of mashed potatoes and three helpings of blackberry pudding. I’d have the medal in the shape of a pancake, hey Dub?” Sandy said, “My new medal would be all studded with diamonds and it would be given to any Scout who failed to save Pee-wee’s life.” “That’s a fine idea,” I said. “If it wasn’t for me Bobby Easton wouldn’t have that medal or the hundred dollars either,” Pee-wee shouted. “He’s going to save fifty dollars of it for when he comes up next summer and the two of us are going to build a cabin and there ain’t going to be any Silver Foxes allowed to come to it.” “The pleasure is ours,” I told him. “A Gold Medal Scout has to kind of live by himself kind of away from other fellows,” the kid said. “I wish you were one then,” I told him. “The further off the better. The North Pole would be a good place, you could get plenty of pineapple ice up there.” “Did you see the bulletin-board to-day?” the kid piped up. “No, did you fix that?” I asked him. He said, “There’s an announcement that I wrote that to-morrow night there’s going to be a show that I’m going to give in the Pavilion, it’s two cents to get in. It’s going to be an exhibition of beetles and caterpillars and special kinds of spiders, and there are going to be some lizards too, and I’m going to give a lecture about them.” “Now at last I realize how lucky I am,” Dub said. “Be thankful there’s a place called Jersey City,” I told him. Maybe I never told you that Pee-wee has a Bronx Park zoo in a cigar box. I didn’t want him to keep talking about what the Scouts would be doing at camp all summer, because I was thinking about Dub, so I said, “Come on, let’s play _Follow Your Leader_, only we have to keep going in the right direction. The idea is to advance by easy stages, merrily, merrily, toward Catskill Landing. We’ve got to be there by ten-three.” “You mean three-ten!” Pee-wee shouted. “It’s the same only different,” I told him. “We have to be there in time to get sodas before the train comes,” the kid said. “Didn’t you say you were going to treat us all on account of Dub?” “Come on,” I said, “follow your leader.” CHAPTER XXVIII FOLLOW YOUR LEADER