Mr. Arnoldson was awful nice, I’ll say that. He came down and said, “Willetts, I’m always ready to apologize when I’m wrong. Who is this young man?” “Willetts ought to apologize for waking everybody up,” a scoutmaster said. “Not at all,” Mr. Arnoldson said; “I couldn’t sleep with the stigma of lying upon me.” “He never sleeps anyway,” somebody said about Hervey. Cracky, I have no use for sharpies, but I have to admit that this one was all right. And he could use dandy words too. He told Mr. Arnoldson just how it was, the whole thing. Hervey just stood there trying to balance that crazy stick on his nose—he didn’t look very much insulted. Mr. Arnoldson said, “Well, scouts, I’m glad you arose so you can all hear my apology.” “Stop balancing that stick and listen, will you!” I whispered to Hervey. Honest, he had me nervous. Mr. Arnoldson said, “Willetts, I never denied you were brave and venturesome—too venturesome.” That’s just the way he said it. “I never concealed the fact that you are unruly and disobedient and reckless. You would rather do a stunt and be spectacular than be a good scout. Your doubtful reputation caused me to misjudge you. You can’t be any happier than I am at this public apology. “I apologize to you, Willetts, and whatever else you are, you are not a liar. I advise you to go to your quarters and turn in now and get some sleep. I’m glad you aroused me. In the morning you are going to make a fresh start, Willetts, and show what kind of a scout you can be.” It was mighty nice, the way Mr. Arnoldson said it. Gee whiz, he couldn’t have been nicer. He wasn’t mad at all on account of the things Hervey had shouted. He just kind of admitted that Hervey was in the right the way he came and everything. And all the scouts were saying that was some stunt how he had saved Tripler’s life. _Jiminetty_, Hervey had everything going his way. That was just when he got me good and mad with his crazy, reckless ways. Why didn’t he shake hands with Mr. Arnoldson? Oh, no, he must start off without even saying a word to him. I felt awful sorry for Mr. Arnoldson. He didn’t even get mad at Hervey calling him a boob. Hervey just said very grand like, “I just wanted this whole kindergarten to know that I’m no liar. Come ahead, Trip, let’s get out of here, I’m through with this outfit. They’re dead, and they haven’t got sense enough to lie down. I’m through with this camp for good and all. I was going to leave last week.” “I understood you to say you would accept my apology, Willetts,” Mr. Arnoldson said to him, awful nice and patient, sort of. Hervey said, “I do, but I’m through with this place. I was told to go and I’m going—that’s absolutely positive. I’ve had enough. I don’t belong here, I——” _Plunk!_ Just as he was starting off who should he bunk right into but Tom Slade. “H’lo, Hervey,” said Tom. “What’s the matter now? Breaking up housekeeping?”