Upon it was a little typewritten sign which read: This canoe to be given to the first scout this season to win the Eagle award.
"That's rubbing it in," said Hervey to himself.

"That's two things, a bicycle and a canoe I've lost before I got them." He sat down at the table in the public part of the office while Skinny, all excitement, stood by and watched him eagerly.

He pulled a sheet of the camp stationery toward him and wrote upon it in his free, sprawling, reckless hand.
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN: This will prove that Alfred McCord of Bridgeboro troop tracked some kind of an animal for more than a half a mile, because I saw him doing it and I saw the tracks and I came back with him and I know all about it and it was one good stunt I'll tell the world.

So if that's all he's got to do to be a second-class scout, he's got the badge already, and if anybody wants to know anything about it they can ask me.
HERVEY WILLETTS, Troop Cabin 13.
After scrawling this conclusive affidavit and placing it under a weight on the desk of Mr.Wade, resident trustee, Hervey sauntered over to the cabins occupied by the two patrols of his troop, the Leopards and the Panthers.

They were just getting ready to go to supper.
"Anything doing, Hervey ?" his scoutmaster, Mr.Warren, asked him.
"Nothing doing," Hervey answered laconically.
"Maybe he doesn't know what you're talking about," one of his patrol, the Panthers, suggested.