As soon as I looked at him I felt kind of bad like, for I saw I was right about the two dollars.

I knew I was right all the time, but now I saw it and jingoes, it spoiled all my fun.

Because he had a belt-axe on and I could see he was very proud of it.

He came up to me and smiled that funny kind of a smile he had, and he said, "I got one; see, I got one." It was a new one all right, but not a regular scout-axe, and I guessed he must have bought it in the hardware store.

It was what they call a camp axe--just the same only different.