Come on Fido, let's row over." The scout called Fido had won his name because of his doglike persistence in following trails.

"That's me," he said, "I was just going to propose it when you took the words out of my mouth." "I'd like to see a photograph of anybody taking anything out of _your_ mouth," said Scoutmaster Ned.

"Go ahead, the two of you; I wish your people would send you both to a private school that opens up to-morrow.
Go on, get out of here.

And don't wake us up when you come back." "Thank you kindly," said Fido.
"The pleasure is mine," said Scoutmaster Ned..