"A little speech of thanks," someone shouted; "make it short."
There was one who stood in that group, unnoticed. His eyes were fixed
upon the winner, and he was actually trembling with delight.
"Good idea, I'll make it short and snappy," said Nick. "Actions speak
louder than words."
"No, they don't," shouted Pee-wee.
"The signal I sent," said Nick, "was read and the one who read it was a
scout. He's the one that stopped the car. The cup was in the car and so
he saved the cup. It's his. He tried to keep his scouting a secret and
he didn't get away with it. He beat Scoutmaster Ned hands down. He left
him guessing. Scoutmaster Ned is easy. But this kid can't put anything
over on _me_; I've got him red-handed; he's a scout and he's got us all
looking like thirty cents. He's a scout and he'll tell the truth, if you
corner him. He won't lie. Here you go, catch this, Pete, hold your
hands steady; if you don't hold them up I'll chuck it plunk in your
face. As sure as I'm standing here I will! _I'm_ making this speech of
presentation, not Scoutmaster Ned.
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