"All righto, kid," Doc said, kind of pleasant, "you're a brick."

I always thought; that I was as big as he was, but he called me kid,
and I didn't care. Anyways I couldn't see him very good, I admit that.
Because--oh, well, maybe you can understand.

"Artie's missing," he said. "You didn't see anything of him in there?"

"I couldn't see at all, hardly," I told him.

Then Wig turned his head and looked at me and he was all white and weak
looking, especially when he smiled. And he had the remains of my Silver
Fox scarf, all torn, around his neck.

"All right?" he said very low.

But I just couldn't speak to him. I don't know what made me do it, but
I went up to him and he looked at the bump on my forehead and said,
"Hurt?"

"You should worry about that," I told him.

Then I kind of fixed the Silver Fox scarf better, so that it was around
his neck and I tied it in the Silver Fox knot. "Your fellows won't mind
if you wear it a little while," I said, and then I unfastened his own
scarf, yellow and brown, and tied it around my neck. "There's no fellow
can get this away from me to-night," I said, "I'm going to wear the
Raven scarf--I am."

Then, all of a sudden, I noticed that Doc had gone away and I was holding