"And you know Tyson doesn't stand to win any medal for anything he did last night. Strictly speaking, he saved your lives, I suppose, but it isn't exactly a case for an award." "Oh, mercy, no." "I'm glad you see it that way, Mr. Carroll. Because sometimes scouts get to enjoying themselves so much here, that they forget what's in the handbook. These things go by rules, you know. I like Gilbert and I wouldn't want him to get any crazy notions from what these old timers say. There's some talk among the boys----" "I think the little fellow's responsible for that," Mr. Carroll laughed. "Gilbert is level-headed and sensible." "You bet," said Tom. "Well, then, it's all right, and there won't be any broken hearts. I've seen more broken hearts here at camp than broken heads.... You're a new troop, aren't you?" he queried. "Oh, yes, we haven't got our eyes open yet." "Goliath seems to have his mouth open for business." "Yes," Mr. Carroll laughed. "Shall we stroll down to supper?" "I've got one more call to make if you'll excuse me," said Tom. "Come up again, won't you?" "Oh, yes, I make inspection every day. You'll be sick of the sight of me." He was off again, striding down the little hill. He passed among the tents, around Visitors' Bungalow, and toward the cabins in Good Turn Grove. Somewhat removed from these (a couple of good turns from them, as Roy Blakeley said) was the cabin of Mr. Denny's troop. The boys were getting ready to go down and they greeted Tom cheerily. "Where's Hervey?" he asked. He had not seen Hervey since late the previous night, just after returning from the mountain. Hervey was then so exhausted as hardly to know him. The young assistant fancied a sort of constraint among the boys and he thought that maybe Hervey's condition had taken an alarming turn. "Ask Mr. D.," said one of the scouts. "H'lo, Mr. Denny," said Tom, stepping into one of the cabins. No one was there but the scoutmaster. "Where's our wandering boy to-night?" "He has been dismissed from camp, I'm sorry to say," said Mr. Denny. "Sit down, won't you?" Tom could hardly speak for astonishment. "You mean the camp--down at the office----" "Oh, no, I sent him home. It was just between him and myself." "Oh, I see," said Tom, a trifle relieved, apparently. "It wasn't on account of his hurt?" "Oh, no, he's all right. He just disobeyed me, that's all. That sort of thing couldn't go on, you know. It was getting worse." Mr. Denny had now had a chance to review his conduct and he found it in all ways justified. He was glad that he had not weakened. Moreover, there was fresh evidence. "Only just now," he said, "one of the scoutmasters came to me with a notice from the bulletin board utterly ruined by a tomato which Hervey threw. He was greatly annoyed." "Sure," said Tom. "I don't exactly blame you, Slade----" "Me?" "But you took Hervey with you across the lake. He had promised me not to leave camp. Where he went, I don't know----" "You _don't_?"