Then I read the scout laws over, but anyway I knew them.

I had read them all and I made two crosses with a pencil, one alongside of one law and one alongside another.

Then I put the Handbook in my pocket and went downstairs.
It was time to go to the meeting now and so we started off.
"You seem awful funny," Westy said; "what's the matter ?" "It's patrol business," I said; "it's about--" "Is it about me ?" he asked me.
"It's about my patrol," I said; "it's about the Silver Foxes.

Did you ever hear that a Silver Fox never makes a mistake about a trail ?" "No," he said, kind of puzzled.
"You want to read up natural history," I said to him.

"A silver fox knows the tracks of all the different kinds of animals and if he could talk he could tell you about them." "Too bad he can't talk," Westy said, sort of jollying me.
"I can talk," I said.