We wanted to see what sort of stuff you were made of.

You know Seacote people are sort of like one big family, and we wanted to know how you'd behave about the wood.

You've been fine, and now we'll cart it back where we found it.

If you had got mad about it, we wouldn't touch a stick to take it back,--would we, fellows ?" "Nope," said the other two, and the Maynards could see at once that Tom was the captain and ringleader of the trio.
"Well," said King, judicially, "if you hadn't been the sort you are, I _should_ have got mad.

But I guess you're all right, and so you _may_ take it back.