"I'm afraid this thing has jarred his balance a little," that's what he said.
"One reason he wants to be alone," I said, "is because he hasn't got any friends." "I think his patrol is very proud of him," he said; "the whole camp is proud of him." "They're proud of what he _did_; they couldn't help being proud of it," I said.

"But they're not proud of _him_.

Why don't they take him in and make friends with him?
He's won the gold cross for them; gee, the least they can do is to show some interest in him.

Are they ashamed of him?
They don't even trust him, that's what _I_ think." Mr.Ellsworth said, "Yes, he's won the gold cross for them; no doubt of that." "Yes," I said, "and where is he now?
He's gone off so's he can be alone.

One fellow around here says everybody in camp thinks he's a thief." "Oh, I guess he didn't say just that, Roy," Mr.Ellsworth said, very nice like, "but we've got to have a little talk with Skinny about the way he talks--the things he says.