"He's as loyal as
anyone else! We know as much about him as we do about you, anyhow--or more!
You may be big, but when we get back I'll make you take that back or
fight--"
"Come on," said Harry, pulling Dick along with him. "You mustn't start
quarreling now--it's a time for all of us to stand together, Dick. I don't
care what he says, anyhow."
He managed to get his fiery chum outside, and they hurried along, at the
scout pace, running and walking alternately, toward the West Kensington
station of the Underground Railway. They were in their khaki scout
uniforms, and several people turned to smile admiringly at them. The
newspapers had already announced that the Boy Scouts had turned out
unanimously to do whatever service they could, and it was a time when
women--and it was mostly women who were in the streets--were disposed to
display their admiration of those who were working for the country very
freely.
They had little to say to one another as they hurried along; their pace was
such as to make it wise for them to save their breath. But when they
reached the station they found they had some minutes to wait for a train,
and they sat down on the platform to get their breath. They had already had
one proof of the difference made by a state of war.
Harry stopped at the ticket window.
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