So that’s how it happened that Dub Smedley stayed at Temple Camp all summer and didn’t get the Gold Medal. But he got to be an Eagle Scout that summer. I guess the good turn that Will Dawson did him made up for Will taking the boat. Mr. Dawson was awful funny, he said we ought to tell about that. But he said we ought to keep our promise to Dub. So as long as we couldn’t do both we kept our promise to Dub. I guess it didn’t almost kill Mr. Dawson to pay for that telegram because he gave a check to Temple Camp so Dub could stay till the end of the season, and besides, he bought a scout suit for him. When Pee-wee and Sandy saw that Dub hadn’t gone on the train, they wanted to know why. A couple of fine Scouts they were--_not_--missing the train themselves like that. On account of drinking sodas! Pee-wee, he even had to wipe his mouth off so Mrs. Dawson could kiss him. I said, “The reason Dub didn’t go was because you two flat tires weren’t here to see him off. He wouldn’t go without saying good-bye to you and now he’s got to stay all summer.” “Will you tell me the no fooling reason,” Pee-wee shouted. I said, “The no fooling reason is the evil of drink, how you go after sodas just when the train is going to come and Dub is so polite he wouldn’t go without saying good-by to you. He’s not like me, I’d be glad to say good-by to you any time. Will you please go and find out how soon the next bus goes up to Leeds? All our fine plans for Dub going home are spoiled by ice cream sodas and they’ll be the cause of your downfall yet.” “Are you going to talk some sense!” Pee-wee shouted. “What was the honest and truly reason?” “Why should I talk sense just to please you,” I said. “Gee whiz, I wouldn’t talk sense to please anybody--I’ll leave it to Will.” Oh boy, you should have seen the way Mr. and Mrs. Dawson laughed. Mabel looked at Dub awful nice and friendly, kind of, and she said, “Aren’t they perfectly idiotic, Dub?” “They’ve been doing just like that for the last two weeks,” Dub said, kind of bashful like. “If you don’t like it, you can go my way and I’ll go yours,” I told him. We should worry. THE END