“No, the fact,” said Wig. “Oh.” “And I can tell you, even from what little he told me, that if we want the Mary Temple award in this patrol——” “Yes?” queried Artie Van Arlen, suddenly interested. “We’d better get busy with that fellow,” said Wig. “You fellows wanted me to swim for it—but _nothing doing_. Not while he’s around to see me lose it—nit, _not_. Why, did you notice that scarf pin that he wears?” “He didn’t even get a patrol scarf yet,” said El Sawyer. “You’d think he’d do that much——” “Keep still,” said Artie. “What about the scarf pin?” “Heroes don’t have to have a lot of money,” shouted Pee-wee. “Will you keep quiet?” demanded Artie. “What about the pin?” “It was a present for saving a fellow’s life,” said Wig, highly conscious of the impression he was making; “he swam out and saved the fellow from drowning.” “He told you that?” Grove asked. “He didn’t exactly tell me, he _admitted_ it. The fellow he saved is here in camp and you can go and ask him. He’s in that New Haven outfit we took the Single Eye from. Go and ask him if you want to—if you think one of your own members is a liar.” “Who said he was?” Grove demanded. “Well,” said Wig rather defiantly. “I guess it’s our fault if we haven’t got better acquainted with him,” said Artie, who was patrol leader. “Now you’re talking,” said Wig. “I’ll be acting too, as soon as I see him,” said Artie. “If he’s what you say he is, I’m going to enter him for the contest——” “We’ll have a radio set! We’ll have a radio set!” screamed Pee-wee. “We can pick up Cuba and——” “It’s about the only thing you haven’t picked up,” said Wig. “It’s funny,” said Artie, “I’ve never seen him in swimming.” “Oh, he’s bashful; can’t you see that?” said Wig impatiently. “He doesn’t mix in. Where have you fellows been to-day, anyway? Around here? Not much. If he had been in swimming you wouldn’t have seen him.” Artie Van Arlen seemed to be thinking. “All _we_ know about him,” said Grove, “is that he ran away when Madden was going to hit him back in Bridgeboro. He ran so fast he tripped and went kerflop.” “Madden is a false alarm,” said First Aid Carson. “Oh, what’s all the argument about?” demanded Artie. “None of us saw that. I’d rather have him in the patrol than Madden, at that. If he’s a crackerjack swimmer, I’m going to find it out—right away quick. You fellows leave it to me.” “All right,” said Wig, “only don’t enter me for that contest, that’s all. He’s the one——” “Leave it to me,” said Artie. “It’s not you I’m thinking of, it’s the patrol. If he’s the one, in he goes. I’m not going to take any chances, just because _you’re_ hypnotized. I’ll get hold of him to-night and chin things over with him. I think he’s a pretty nice sort of fellow—only queer. He doesn’t seem to have any pep—just wanders around.”