"Why, that isn't worth much.

You couldn't sell it for anything but old junk.

Why don't they make them of gold ?" "That 'bronze medal thing,' as you call it, is worth a whole lot to a Boy Scout," rejoined Rob in the same even tone.

"More than you can understand." On their arrival at the yacht-club pier the boys were overwhelmed with questions, and a doctor was summoned for Sam, who, as soon as he found himself safe, began to groan and show most alarming symptoms of being seriously affected by his immersion.
The boys were not able to conceal the fact that they had accomplished a brave rescue, and were overwhelmed with congratulations.

Merritt especially came in for warm praise and commendation.
"You will certainly be granted your Red Honor," declared Mr.Wingate, who, besides being commodore of the Yacht Club, was one of the gentlemen whom Rob had persuaded to act as Scout Master for the new patrol.
Merritt escaped from the crowd of admiring motor-boat men and boys as soon as he could, and hastened home for a change of clothes.