," Dorry said; "It's Jib Jab all right, hey?"

"Yes, it's Jib Jab," I said, kind of half dreaming, I was so surprised.
"And that's why you came out here; so as to read it and look at it all
alone. Dorry, if you got the hundred dollars and bought a motorcycle, you'd
fall off it and break your neck. You'd never get any fun out of a
motorcycle you bought that way."

"Give me the paper," he said.

"Here," I said, "take it."

I guess neither of us spoke for about a minute. All the while I could hear
the cricket chirping, it was so quiet.

"You heard what Harry told him about how they'd had their fun already,"
Dorry said; "you heard what he told them--about how they'd had their fun
already--didn't you? Now it's _our_ turn. If we can find him--

"Shut up," I said.

"You heard him," he just kept up, "and you know it's true. They had their
adventure. They had their hike--didn't they?"

All the while I could hear the cricket, just chirping, chirping, chirping.
It was awful dark and quiet.

I said, "Dorry, don't talk like that, because you know you don't mean it.
If you meant it, you wouldn't be a Silver Fox, you wouldn't. And it's just
the same as telling lies about Harry Donnelle. I dare you to go and ask him
about it; I _dare_ you to; and see what he says. Maybe he's reckless and
crazy about adventures and doesn't care anything about having money, and
maybe he's kind of as you might say wild. Maybe he flirts a lot with girls
and likes to risk his life, maybe, but anyway, he's fair and square, and he
never did a mean thing in all his life. Mr. Ellsworth said so, and I guess
he ought to know. If you think you've got a right to do that, go and ask
Harry Donnelle. I _dare_ you to. Go and tell him you know where that
soldier is and that you're going to notify his people up there near
Plattsburg and claim the hundred dollars so you can get your motorcycle.
Just go and do that."

"Why should I do that?" he asked me. "What's that noise?"

"It's a hawk," I said; "he's after little birds in their nests. Don't you
remember how we wouldn't name our patrol the Hawks, because they sneak--
_you voted against it yourself--_you did."

"I mean that other--"

"It's just a cricket," I said. "I'm glad we're out here all alone. I'm glad
it's so quiet and dark. Maybe you can't see in the dark, but you can see
what's right or wrong better in the dark, because I'm not mad--honest I'm
not. You know what Tom Slade said about trails. Maybe