“Absolutely, positively,” I said. “I can tell you lots of good turns that we did.” “Don’t you believe a word he’s telling you!” Pee-wee shouted. “Don’t believe _him_,” I said. “He’s so dumb he’s named after a dumb-waiter. He thinks that a somersault is a good turn.” By that time everybody was laughing because they like to see Pee-wee and me in a mortal come-back—I mean combat. “Wait till I finish this jelly cone and I’ll tell you something,” the kid shouted, all excited. “When I was trying to win the stromeny—wait a minute—badge——” “He means the astronomy badge,” Warde said. “Sure,” I said. “He’s so dumb he thinks Warde is named after Ward’s cake. When he was trying for the astronomy badge he thought William S. Hart was a shooting star because he’s always aiming a couple of pistols.” _“That shows——_” Pee-wee started. “He’s always thinking about shows,” Warde said. I said, “To show you how dumb he is, when he didn’t win the first aid badge he said he was going to try for the second aid badge. When he was trying for the life saving medal he thought a daring feat couldn’t be performed with his arms. He thought only colored scouts could try for the blacksmith badge. And to show you——” “Hurry, before he finishes the jelly cone he’s eating,” Brent said. “I can feel the earth shaking under me.” “You’ve only got about five seconds,” Hervey said to me. Gee whiz, it was a race with Pee-wee’s mouth. He was getting the jelly cone out of the way to start a converted attack, or a concerted attack, or whatever you call it. “Give him another one—quick,” I said. Marjorie handed him a couple of cones to keep him busy; she was laughing so hard she couldn’t speak. I said, “Just to show you how dumb he is, he thinks that a Star Scout is one who has won the astronomy badge. He thinks that the Raven Patrol that he’s in is named after him, because he’s always raving; I’ll leave it to Brent.” Brent said, “Alas, it’s true. All joking aside, an Eagle Scout came from Brooklyn last summer——” “I don’t blame him,” Hervey said. “That’s neither here nor there,” Brent said. “_Where is it then?_” Pee-wee yelled. Brent said, “The point is, our young hero thought that the youth in question won the Eagle award by reading the _Brooklyn Daily Eagle_—and that isn’t all.” “I never knew that,” Warde said. “It was common talk in camp,” Brent said. “But the worst is yet to come.” “You’d better hurry up,” I said. “There isn’t another cone left,” Stella sang out. Brent said, “But all joking aside——” “Which side?” Hervey asked him. “To the left,” I said. “The left side, of course,” Brent said. “All joking to the left——” But that was as far as he got. Just then our young hero took the floor, I mean the ground. Already he had taken most of the jelly cones. I said, “Stand aside, everybody.”