I wonder what he meant when he said that a trail sometimes doesn't come out where you think it's going to come out...." Hervey had greatly admired Tom Slade, but he stood in awe of him now.
"Well, anyway," said he to himself, "he said I'd win the award and I didn't; so I put one over on him." To put one over on Tom Slade was of itself something of a triumph.

"He's not _always_ right, anyway," Hervey reflected.
He was aroused from his reflections by little Skinny.

"I followed them from camp," he said.

"They're _real_ tracks, ain't they?
And they're _mine_, ain't they?
Because I found them?
Ain't they ?" "Bet your life.

I tell you what you do, Alf, old boy.