I said, “Will you let me tell Pee-wee and Sandy so they’ll know what you are before you go? They won’t let on at camp. Then all the four of us will make you the full salute, Dub. Gee Dub, Will and I feel mean. I know you’ve got to go and we can’t help you that way. But just the same I want everybody at camp to know all about you--what you really are. It makes us feel mean, doesn’t it Will?” Will said, “I’ve got nothing to say. I don’t feel so very mean.” Oh but I was good and mad. You never saw me when I was good and mad. I said, “Well, if you don’t feel mean, _I do_. You’d be back in Bridgeboro if it wasn’t for him. It’s just the same as if Dub gives you a present of staying the rest of the season. It’s as good as the Burnside award--what he does for you. _And you don’t feel mean!_ I’d like to know how you do feel.” “I feel kind of worried,” Will said. “Yes, for fear they’ll find out at camp that Dub Smedley went home on account of you. _I’m going to tell the whole camp anyway!_” “And go back on your promise,” Dub said. “I guess I will have to feel sorry for myself if not even my best pals are good scouts.” “I didn’t mean it, I’ll keep my promise,” I said. “But I’ll tell you this, you’re a Gold Medal Scout and an Eagle Scout, and the best scout that ever came to Temple Camp. And if you had what was coming to you you’d be wearing the Gold Medal now.” “What, on this jacket?” he said. “Yes, on that jacket,” I said. “You can put a scout suit on a dummy in a clothing store, can’t you? And does that make him a Scout?” “Some argument,” Dub said. “I kind of like you when you’re mad.” “Yes and you make me mad,” I said. “Because I have to feel mean. And Will does too, I bet he does. And another thing, it spoils the whole summer for me, your going home.” “I wish I was going to have the hike back with you,” he said. “There won’t be much fun in it,” I told him. There were a lot of people waiting over at the station. We just sat there on a baggage truck waiting. Will went in the station and came out again. He said he wanted to find out if the train was on time. I was kind of sore at him because he said he didn’t feel mean, but I wasn’t going to be scrapping with him and let Dub see it. He kept looking at his watch all the time. I said, “What’s the idea? Are you in a hurry for Dub to go?” Pee-wee said, “Let’s tell riddles while we’re waiting.” I said, “I don’t feel like telling riddles.” Sandy said, “Shall we play _Follow your leader_?” “I don’t feel like doing that either,” I said. So we just sat there on the baggage truck, swinging our legs. Pee-wee was eating some milk chocolate that he bought in the station. All of a sudden we heard a train whistling. “Here she comes,” I said. CHAPTER XXX THE NORTH BOUND “It’s ahead of time,” Sandy said. “It’s ten minutes early,” another one of them shouted.