HERVEY GOES HIS WAY So Hervey went his way alone, and a pretty lonesome way it was.

The members of his troop made no secret of their disappointment and annoyance, he was clearly an outsider among them, and Mr.Warren treated him with frosty kindness.

Hervey had been altogether too engrossed in his mad career of badge-getting to cultivate friends, he was always running on high, as the scouts of camp said, and though everybody liked him none had been intimate with him.

He felt this now.
In those two intervening days between his adventure in the elm tree and the big pow-wow on Saturday night, he found a staunch friend in little Skinny, who followed him about like a dog.

They stuck together on the bus ride down to the regatta on the Hudson and were close companions all through the day.
Hervey did not care greatly for the boat races, because he could not be in them; he had no use for a race unless he could win it.