“You’re all wrong the first time as usual,” I said. “It’s a north bound train. Such fine Scouts! You can’t even tell which direction a whistle comes from.” “I kept still,” Pee-wee said. “Sure, that was the funniest part of all,” I told him. Dub said, “Well, I’ll have a few more minutes to stay.” “Golden minutes with Silver Foxes,” Sandy said. “Maybe we’ll have time to go and get some sodas,” Pee-wee said. “Go ahead,” I told him. “I’m going to sit here and see if any Scouts for camp get off this train.” “Will you go with me?” the kid asked Will. “You go with him,” Will said to Sandy. “Come on, I’ll treat you,” the kid said. “I’ll bring back some gumdrops.” “Don’t come back at all if you don’t want to, the pleasure is ours,” I said. “We’ll hear the whistle,” Sandy said. “Go ahead,” I told him. Sandy’s a nice fellow, he’ll even drink sodas to help a friend. He’s always doing good turns. Just as he and Pee-wee went away I noticed Will wasn’t around anywhere. Then I saw him way up at the end of the platform. “Mine will be along in a few minutes,” Dub said. Then he said, “I’m glad to be here all alone with you these last few minutes.” He said I was the one he was going to miss most. “You feel good and sorry now that the time has come, don’t you?” I said. “You can’t fool me, I can see it.” “Sure I’m sorry,” he said. “Didn’t you ever go away in the country before, Dub?” I asked him. He said only once when he went to Bronx Park. “That isn’t country,” I said. “You see, when you get back now, the trolley cars and everything will sound awful loud. When I first get back everything seems funny like. But it isn’t so bad because we go right to school--not saying that isn’t bad enough. Are there fellows around where you live?” “Yes, but most of them work,” he said. “If I hadn’t delivered groceries on Saturdays I couldn’t have come up here. I tried to make it for three weeks but I could only get money enough for two.” “How did you hear about Temple Camp, Dub?” I asked him. He said, “There’s a big house where I deliver groceries, and the fellow that lives there told me about it. He was up here a couple of years ago. Horace Baker, do you know him? His father’s president of a bank or something.” “I don’t remember him,” I said. We just sat there on the baggage truck swinging our legs. He said, “What’s Will doing, I wonder?” I said, “Oh he’s watching to see if any Scouts he knows get off the train. They’re coming up every day now. Not many are going back this time of year.” “I hold the prize on that,” Dub said. I said, “Will you please not talk that way, Dub. Don’t you think I feel mean enough already. Gee, I don’t know what I ought to do.” “Yes you do,” Dub said.