You can bet I wasn't afraid to say it--to Mr.Ellsworth or anybody else.
"I think we'll have to organize a search if he doesn't show up soon," Mr.Ellsworth said.

Then neither of us said anything for a few seconds.
"How about the camping fellow ?" I asked him.
"They took him home in a skiff," Mr.Ellsworth said; "he wanted to go, so three of the boys rowed him across after the weather cleared." "I don't see how Skinny held him up--I just don't," I told Mr.
Ellsworth.
Mr.Ellsworth said, "No, it was marvelous any way you look at it.

I think Skinny nearly broke the poor fellow's jaw.

There is wonderful power in frantic desperation." Anyway, at supper all the fellows were shouting about Skinny.

Everybody said he'd have the gold cross--even Uncle Jeb and Mr.Elting.And you never hear Mr.Elting saying much about those things till he's sure.
All the Elks were shouting about the gold cross and where they'd keep it, just as if it was theirs.