"Well, you want the Eagle badge, do you ?" he said.
"You seem to think it doesn't amount to much," Hervey complained.
"I think it amounts to a whole lot," Tom said.
"When I get my mind on a thing----" Hervey announced.
"That's the trouble with you," Tom said.
"There you go," Hervey shot back at him; "you've been through the game and walked away with every honor in the book, and you know the book by heart and you can track with your eyes shut and you've been to France and all that and you think I'm just a kid, but it means something to be an Eagle Scout, I can tell you." Doubtless Tom Slade, scout, was gratified to receive this valuable information.

"And there's just the one way to get there, is that it ?" he answered quietly, but smiling a little.

"I always heard that a scout was resourceful and had two strings to his bow." "You just give me a tip and I'll do the rest," said Hervey.
"It must be about tracking, hey ?" "That's it; test three for the stalking badge.

_Track an animal a quarter of a mile._" "Well, let me think a minute, then," Tom said.
"Up on that mountain, maybe, hey ?" Hervey urged.
"Maybe," Tom said.
So they ambled along, the elder quite calm and thoroughly master of himself, the younger, all impulse, eagerness and enthusiasm.

His generous admiration of Tom, amounting almost to a spirit of worship, was plainly to be seen.