And I'm glad if you have, that's sure.

You ought to read him the Handbook and teach him some of the other stuff--the laws and all that.

Gee, that's the least you could do, now he's won the cross for you." "Grandpa Foxy," he said, and then he went along toward the Elk cabin.
I was just going to start off to our own cabin when I heard footsteps.
It seemed as if someone might be stealing along, and first I thought it might be Skinny.

I was glad it wasn't, because I wanted him to stay in with his own fellows now and not bother with me.
It was Bert Winton.
"H'lo, Blakeley," he said, in that quiet kind of a way he has; "I thought everybody was in bed." "I see _you're_ not in bed," I told him, kind of grouchy.
He said, "Me?
Oh, no, I always prowl around after fox trails and things.

I got on one fox trail, didn't I?
Bet the kid won't sleep to-night, hey ?" "I bet I won't sleep either," I said; "and that's why I'm here." "Kind of like the kid, don't you ?" he said.
I said, "Yes, and that's more than _you_ can say." He just looked at me a minute and then he sat down on the stone alongside of me, and he broke a stick off a bush and began marking on the ground with it.