He said, "Roy, you ought to make a good lawyer when you grow up.

You have put one over on your scoutmaster." I guess he wasn't mad.

Anyway he said, awful nice like, "Go over to the Administration rooms in the Pavilion and see the record clerk.

I won't interfere, my boy." Gee, I was afraid I had made him sore, kind of, but when I was going out I could see that he was just sitting there smiling at me.
Anyway, I bet you'd have done the same thing, if you'd been me..