Tom Slade was right." "You said something!" some one shouted.
"To be enough of a scout to win the Eagle award is much.

To be scout enough to ignore it is more.

But twenty-one badges is twenty-one badges, and the animal first aid badge is as good as any other.

The technical question of whether a bird is an animal----" "Sure a bird's an animal!" called a voice from a far corner which sounded suspiciously like the voice of Pee-wee Harris.

"Everybody's an animal--even I'm an animal--even you're an animal--sure a bird's an animal! That's not a teckinality! Sure a bird's an animal!" "Well, then, that settles it," laughed Mr.Temple amid a very tempest of laughter, "if that is Mr.Harris of my own home town speaking, we have the opinion of the highest legal expert on scouting----" "And eating!" came a voice.
Thus, amid an uproarious medley of laughter and applause, and of cheering which echoed from the darkening hills across the quiet lake, Hervey Willetts stood erect while Mr.John Temple, founder of the camp and famous in scouting circles the world over, placed upon his jacket the badge which made him an Eagle Scout and incidentally brought him the canoe on which so many eyes had gazed longingly.
And then one after another, pell-mell, scouts clambered onto the platform and surrounded him, while the scouts of his own troop edged them aside and elbowed their way to where he stood and mobbed him.