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So now you know why Dub Smedley didn't get the Gold Medal for saving Will Dawson's life. That was twice he didn't get it. And you needn't think Will and I let it go like that just on account of ourselves. If a Scout would rather do a good turn than get the Gold Medal, that's up to him. As long as Dub put it that way, that it wasn't any of our business, we decided to do like he wanted and not say anything. Maybe I was wrong, I don't know. As long as Dub said it was none of our business what he did, we decided to mind our own business. I knew that what he really did want was to stay at camp. And we couldn't help him that way, that was what I said. So Will Dawson stayed all season. If I told you about the corn-roast we had on Labor Day night this would be a Pee-wee Harris story -- I wish to the dickens he'd keep out of my stories anyway. He comes into my stories and he eats my patrol's corn, a lot he cares.
The next morning after that hike around the lake I helped Dub pack up his things. He didn't have any duffle bag, he had an old oilcloth suitcase. He bunked in the big dormitory where all the Scouts bunk who don't come with troops or patrols. Gee whiz, I don't often go in there. They're coming and going all the time in there. I felt good and sorry for him because he was going -- jiminy, the season was only just getting started.