"To tell you," said Tom, doggedly. "A man came and told us you owned the boat. He said you might have us arrested, so we came to let you know about what we did." "We didn't come because we wanted to be arrested," put in Pee-wee. "I see," said Mr. Stanton, with the faintest suggestion of a smile. "Isn't it something new," he added, "running into the jaws of death? Boys generally run the other way and don't go hunting for trouble." "Well, I'll tell you how it is," said Pee-wee, making the conversation his own, somewhat to Roy's amusement. "Of course, a scout has got to be cautious--but he's got to be fearless too. I was kind of scared when I heard you were a lawyer----" Mr. Stanton's grim visage relaxed into an unwilling, but unmistakable, smile. "And another thing I heard scared me, but----" Tom, seeing where Pee-wee was drifting, tried to stop him, but Roy, knowing that Pee-wee always managed to land on top, and seeing the smile on Mr. Stanton's forbidding countenance, encouraged him to go on, and presently the mascot of the Silver Foxes was holding the floor. "A scout has to deduce--that's one of the things we learn, and if you heard somebody called 'Old Man Something-or-other,' why, you'd deduce something from it, wouldn't you? And you'd be kind of scared-like. But even if you deduce that a man is going to be mad and gruff, kind of, even still you got to remember that you're a scout and if you damaged his property you got to go and tell him, anyway. You got to go and tell him even if you go to jail. Don't you see? Maybe you don't know much about the scouts----" "No," said Mr. Stanton, "I'm afraid I don't. But I'm glad to know that I am honored by a nickname--even so dubious a one. Do you think you were correct in your deductions?" he added. "Well, I don't know," began Pee-wee. "I can see--well, anyway there's another good thing about a scout--he's got to admit it if he's wrong." Mr. Stanton laughed outright. It was a rusty sort of laugh, for he did not laugh often--but he laughed. "The only things I know about Boy Scouts," said he, "I have learned in the last twenty-four hours. You tell me that they can convert an exhaust pipe into a stove flue, and I have learned they can bring a bird down out of a tree without so much as a bullet or a stone (I have to believe what my little daughter tells me), and that they take the road where they think trouble awaits them on account of a principle--that they walk up to the cannon's mouth, as it were--I am a very busy man and no doubt a very hard and disagreeable one, but I can afford to know a little more about these scouts, I believe." "I'll tell you all about them," said Pee-wee, sociably. "Jiminys, I never dreamed you were that girl's father." Mr. Stanton swung around in his chair and looked at him sharply. "Who are you boys?"