"Now, Bently," he continued, deliberately going to the matter in hand, "this is what I wanted to see you about. Sometimes things get around to headquarters rather late. I understand you punched a boy the first day you were here." "Did he tell you?" "Of course he didn't. That was a good scout you punched." "It was a good punch I gave him." "I heard it was. But, of course, he had just lost his temper." "I did a good turn, I helped him to find it." "Well, my boy, we won't go into that now. We usually find up here that a boy who is free with his fists is--well, it's a kind of a habit with him. There are those who hit and those who don't. I think I can't recall a single instance up here of a boy hitting another boy who didn't before the season was over do the same thing again. Now, honor bright, you've slugged fellows before, haven't you?' "Sure, a guy named Kinney back in----" "So you see. Now I just want to warn you not to do that sort of thing again. If you do, you'll go right back to Florida, Bently. This camp isn't the Madison Square Garden or the Chicago Stadium. We don't expect our guests to take the law in their own hands--ever. Of course, what I say to you applies to every boy here, and there's going to be a notice out there on the board so none of you young Jack Dempseys can come back at us. Any boy that uses his fists leaves this camp--quick. Just you read what it says in the Handbook on being a gentleman. You ever get any hints out of the Handbook?" "There's some pretty good dope in that," said Danny. "I'll say there is." "And there's a lot of play-in-the-backyard stuff too." Councilor Wainwright laughed heartily at this frank young critic. "Well, let's hear from you on some of the good stuff," said he. "You scouts down in the dormitory,--we hardly know you're alive up here. All right, my boy, no hard feelings." Danny went out, greatly relieved. More than that, he inhaled a kind of fresh assurance that everything would be all right. Loyal little Skinny was like the Rock of Gibraltar. Blythedale Reform School was so far away. Danny felt more secure than ever in this woodland refuge. And Danville Bently, the real Danville Bently was--why, by this time he was in Europe with his people. The only person that Danny had to fear was himself. Well, that would be all right, he would keep his fists where they belonged. No danger. He even felt that he had gained something; Councilor Wainwright seemed to like him.