John Temple with one hand while he still
hauled up his rebellious stocking with the other. It was a sight to
delight the heart of a movie camera man. His stocking was apparently the
only thing that Hervey could not triumph over.
"My boy," said Mr. Temple, "it appears that we know more about you than
you know about yourself. It appears that your memory and your handbook
study have not kept pace with your sprightly legs and arms----"
"How about his dirty face?" some one called.
"And his stocking?" another shouted.
"These are the honorable scars of war," Mr. Temple said, "and I think I
prefer his face as it is. I think we shall have to take Hervey Willetts
as we find him, and be satisfied.
"Hervey Willetts," he continued, "you stand here to-day the easy winner
of the greatest honor it has ever been my pleasure to confer. Stand up,
my boy, and never mind your stocking. (Laughter.) You have won the Eagle
award, and you have made your triumph beautiful and unique by working
into it one of the best good turns in all the history of scouting. I
doubt whether a youngster of your temperament can ever really appreciate
what you have done. But of course you could not escape Tom Slade--no one
could. He has your number, as boys say----"
"Bully for Tom Slade!" a voice called.
"What's the matter with Tomasso?"
"Hurrah for old Sherlock Nobody Holmes!"
"Oh, you, Tommy!"
"Tag, you're it, Hervey!"
"I have here a paper procured by Tom Slade," Mr.
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