"The scouts they said you'd be too busy to go with me, they did.

But you ain't, are you ?" "That's what," said Tom.
"I bet you don't shake all over when Mr.Temple speaks to you, do you ?" "Not so you'd notice it." "I bet he's got as much as a hundred dollars, hasn't he ?" "You said it." "Maybe if I wasn't a-scared I'd ask him to look at the tracks too, hey?
First off I was a-scared to ask _you ?_" "Tracks are my middle name, Alf." "Now I can prove I'm a second-class scout by my badge, can't I ?" "That's what you can.

But you've got it pinned on the wrong side, Alf.
Here, let me fix it for you." "Everybody'll be sure to see it, won't they ?" "That's what they will." "Hervey Willetts, he's a hero, isn't he ?" "You bet." "I'd like to be like him, I would." "He's kind of reckless, Alf.

It's bad to be too reckless." "I wouldn't let you talk against him--I wouldn't." Tom smiled.

"That's right, Alf, you stand up for him." "Maybe you don't know what kind of an animal made these tracks, maybe, hey ?" Indeed Tom did not know.