While we were in there Will Dawson was kind of funny acting--he didn’t say much. I thought maybe he was feeling mean because nobody knew how Dub had saved his life. Will and Dub and I were the only ones that knew anything about it. Nobody knew anything about Will taking the boat that night. Once while we were eating Will went over and spoke to the man that keeps the place. “What’s the matter?” I asked him when he came back. He said, “Nothing, I was just asking about the train.” “There’s plenty of time,” Dub said. “It doesn’t leave till three-ten.” “I bet you’re sorry to go, hey Dub?” I said. He said, “Sure I’m sorry, I never said I wasn’t.” “I bet you’d like to be Bobby Easton, hey?” the kid asked him. “Never mind about Bobby Easton,” I said. “_You mean never mind about an honor Scout?_” the kid screamed at me. “Will you please keep your mouth shut about Bobby Easton,” I said. “Run over to the post office and ask them how much two cent stamps are to-day.” We started for the station and Pee-wee and Sandy walked ahead. Will and Dub and I walked together. “Well, we’re pretty near at the end of the end,” Dub said. Jiminies, I felt terribly sorry for him, he was so nice about it. He was the kind of a fellow you get to like more and more all the time. Believe me, you see all kinds at Temple Camp. Some of them go up there as if they were going to wrap up the place and take it home with them. Fresh. Dub didn’t even look like a Scout because he didn’t have any Scout suit, only the hat, and it made him look funny at camp. And I _was_ thinking how he really had the Gold Medal for life saving, only he didn’t have it, like you might say. Gee whiz, he didn’t have anything that _showed_ he was a Scout. But he was one just the same, you can bet. I guess he was as poor as any fellow that ever went up to Temple Camp. He only had just the money for his board and he didn’t have any to spend. He didn’t even have a troop or a patrol with him. He didn’t butt in much, but the Scouts that knew him liked him. He wouldn’t say much when he was out with us, he’d just laugh. I said, “How do you feel, Dub, now that you’re going?” “I feel full of ice cream,” he said. “Do you feel sore at us, even just a little bit?” I asked him. He started laughing and he said, “What for, I’d like to know?” “You know as well as I do,” I told him. “Because only for Will and I keeping still you might have had the Gold Medal--even your Eagle badge too, maybe? You’re so quiet, I thought maybe after all you were sore. Are you?” “You have to be quiet when Pee-wee’s around,” he said. “A fellow doesn’t get a chance to say anything.”