Then I said, "I tell you what you do Alf." (I wasn't going to be calling him Skinny,) I said, "You go and ask Vic Norris if he's got an awl or a small gimlet--see?
Then I'll fix it for you." Vic had charge of the locker where we kept the lights and oil and tools and all that kind of stuff.
Pretty soon he came back with an awning needle and asked me if it would do.

I think he would have gone crazy if I had told him no.
I said, "Yes, I guess so.

Come ahead, and let go my arm, do you hear?
I'm not going to run away." Then he said, "I like you better than any of the scout guys." "We're not guys, we're just scouts," I told him; "you can cut out the guys.

Didn't Mr.Ellsworth tell you that ?" The fellows were sitting around on the deck, reading.

Some of them were sprawling around on the cabin roof, killing time and jollying Pee-wee.
I don't know where Mr.Ellsworth was, but I guess he was inside writing letters.