Hervey winced a bit at this.

"You know you said you weren't so stuck on eagles," Hervey reminded him,
rather irrelevantly.

"Well, I'm not so stuck on quitters either," Tom said.

"What's the good of my going? I'm not getting anything out of it."

"Neither am I," said Tom.

"You got stung when you made a prophecy about me, didn't you?" Hervey
said with cutting unkindness. "You and I both fell down, hey? We're punk
scouts--we should bother our heads."

Again he began twirling his hat on the stick. "I couldn't sit with my
troop, anyway," he added; "I'm in Dutch."

"Well, sit with mine, then; Roy Blakeley and that bunch are all from my
home town; they're nice fellows. You know Pee-wee Harris--the little
fellow that fell off the springboard?"

"I ought to like him; we both fell down."

"Well, you be on hand at five o'clock and don't make matters worse, like
a young fool. If you've lost the eagle, you've lost it. That's no reason
you should slight Mr. Temple, who founded this camp. We expect every
scout in camp to be on hand. You're not the only one in camp who isn't
getting the Eagle award."