It's all fancy, that cup." "I know all about the cup, Alf," I said; (because, gee, I didn't like to be calling him Skinny) "but don't call the fellows scout guys.

Just scouts--that's enough." He just looked at me kind of wild, as if he didn't understand, the same as he always did when anybody called him down, or tried to tell him something.
For a few minutes nobody spoke and we just rowed around.

Then Westy said, "So that's their game, is it ?" I knew well enough what he meant.

Every season Mr.Temple offers a silver cup to the best swimmer at Temple Camp.

Once Mr.Temple had a son who got drowned because he couldn't swim, and that's why he's so interested in fellows being good swimmers.