As Danny stepped down off the porch he passed between two scouts who were catching ball and he raised his arm in an offhand way intercepting the ball and throwing it to a third boy. How proud Skinny would have been of this charmingly nonchalant brother, except for that frightful secret! Even as it was he felt relieved and a little proud, Danny was so attractive and seemed so safe--so equal to any emergency. Skinny hardly knew where to go so he went down to the springboard. Still that vague feeling of presentiment beset him and made him nervous. Sitting on the springboard were Connie Bennett, his patrol leader, and several of the Elk Patrol. Seeing Skinny approaching, Stut Moran and Vic Norris strolled away. "Cut that out," Connie said to them, but they paid no attention. Skinny could not bear the tension; his little frame was trembling with nervous excitement. "What's the matter?" he forced himself to ask. "If I don't want to wear my--a--scout suit I don't have to, do I? If I don't want to have my picture taken in it, I don't have to." Hearing him speak, Stut and Vic turned and paused, Vic calling, "Come on, you scouts, let him alone. Don't you know what we said?" The others started from the springboard to join Stut and Vic. Skinny remained on the springboard, scarlet with embarrassment. Like a little statue of lonely poverty he stood there on the board from which he had plunged for his sensational swim. "Can't you tell me if it's about the suit?" he called almost imploringly. They seemed to be conferring and he waited. Then Connie beckoned and he went to them, like a dog doubtful of its welcome. Thus it happened that one of the most memorable events of Temple Camp occurred on the grassy patch near the shore, just under the big willow tree where they painted the boats before launching them. Scouts will show you the spot now. "I'm going to give you the chance to deny it, that's only fair," Connie said. "Did you try to sell the Hiawatha Prize to a patrol from out in Pennsylvania?" "Yes, I did," Skinny said. He was trembling, not in fear, but in the pride of his frankness. "You did!" "Yes, I did--I said I did." There was a tense pause. "A prise! You tried to sell it for money," exclaimed Vic Norris incredulously. "Didn't you know those scouts are going in for the canoe races the same as we are!" "No, I didn't know that," Skinny protested, breathing heavily. Such an altercation could not fail to attract lookers-on and perhaps a dozen boys were now standing about listening. "Well, you knew we were going in the races with it," Connie said. "And you knew that prizes kind of go to patrols. You ask anybody in Temple Camp--ask Tom Slade--if he ever _heard_ of a scout trying to _sell_ a camp award. Jimmies, I didn't believe it when I heard it. You sneaked up to those fellows' cabin and asked them if they wanted to buy the Hiawatha canoe for fifteen dollars. Did you or didn't you?"