Glory for its own sake was nothing to him.

He had climbed the tree and got his scout suit torn into shreds and that was satisfaction to him.
The next and last day before that momentous Saturday was camp clean-up day, for with the lake events on Labor Day the season would about close.
All temporary stalking signs were taken down, original conveniences in and about the cabins were removed, troop and patrol fire clearings were raked over, two of the three large mess boards were stored away, and most of the litter cleared up generally.

What was done in a small way each morning was done in a large way on this busy day, and every scout in camp did his share.
Hervey worked with his own troop, the members of which gave him scant attention.

If they had ignored him altogether it would have been better than according him the cold politeness which they showed.

No doubt their disappointment and humiliation were keen, and they showed it.
"What'll I do with this eagle flag ?" one of them called, as he displayed an emblem with an eagle's head upon it, which one of the sisters of one of the boys had made in anticipation of the great event.
"Send it back to her," another shouted.