Roy Blakeley's Roundabout Hike by Percy Keese Fitzhugh

When I got back to the hollow Will was just standing there holding his shoes to the fire. I said, "Dub took the boat and he's gone over to camp -- here's a paper he left on a tree. He's going to take the blame. Will you let him do that? " I admit I was all -- I don't know, I could hardly speak. I just said over again, "Will you let him do that? You see how he says we shouldn't scrap -- and I'm not going to scrap -- no more. We never had any scraps in our patrol. But before I say if I'll ever speak to you again you've got to say if you'll let Dub Smedley do that."

All of a sudden Will turned and opened up on me. By the fire I could see his eyes were all shiny like. Up to that time he took all I said. Now he just opened up on me. "Before I ever speak to you again," he said, "you have to say if you really want me to answer that? I took all you said, even in front of him -- I did -- but now you say -- you want me to tell you if I'm a yellow dog -- one of your own patrol! Well I'm a Silver Fox, that's what I am if you want to know -- if you're talking about animals!"