"Maybe that's tape." "Sure, she ought to work for the government, there's so much red tape about her," Roy observed.
"It's the color of cinnamon taffy," Pee-wee said.
"There you go on eats again," Roy retorted; "it's the color of pie." "What kind of pie ?" Pee-wee asked.
"Any kind," Roy said; "take your pick." "You're crazy," Pee-wee retorted.
Their idle banter was interrupted by Westy Martin of Roy's and Pee-wee's troop who paused at the tree as they returned from the village.

Westy was waving a newspaper triumphantly.
"What do you know about this ?" he said, opening the paper so that the scouts could see a certain heading.
"Oh, me, oh, my!" Roy said.

"Isn't Temple Camp getting famous?
Talk about _red!_ Oh, boy, watch Hervey's beautiful complexion when he hears this.

He'll have cinnamon taffy beat a mile." Willy-nilly, Roy snatched the news sheet from Westy and read: TEMPLE CAMP HAS NEW HERO Yesterday was a gala day up at the scout camp.

More than five hundred people from hereabouts, as well as the whole population of the famous scout community, cheered themselves hoarse when Mr.John Temple, founder of the big camp, distributed the awards for the season.
For the first time in four years Temple Camp produced an Eagle Scout in Hervey Willetts of a Massachusetts troop who won the award under circumstances reflecting unusual credit on himself and bringing honor to his troop comrades.