aid.

Harry said, "Well, I'm not a scout and I don't deal much in good turns--"
I said, "I bet you did hundreds of them." And I bet he did, too.

He just said, "But who is the good turn going to hit? What is it you want
to do?"

Dorry said, "We want these fellows to find out who Jib Jab is; we want to
start things going so they can find out of their own accord, before its too
late."

"Yes, and how about poor Jib Jab?" Harry said. "If you harm one person to
help another, do you call that a good turn? How do we know why he's
traveling with that circus and living in an animal's skin? Seems to me
we've got to consider _him_ when we act."

Gee, by that I saw that there's a lot more to good turns than some fellows
think.

"But anyway," I said, "Harry, that fellow is reckless just like you. Do you
mean to tell me his mother and father haven't got a right to know where he
is? Just because _you_ went all over the world doesn't say--"

"Well, there isn't any mention of his mother and father here," he said;
"only Mr. Horace E. Wade! up there in Greendale, or whatever they call it."

For a couple of minutes, Dorry and I didn't say
anything, and Harry just sat there on a log whittling a stick.

Then he said, "Let's see that picture again." Dorry handed it to him and he
looked at it in that funny, squinty way, same as before, then handed it
back.

"Then can't we do anything about it?" I asked him.

"How about getting the reward ourselves?" he asked me.

"What do we want it for?" I said. "We're having plenty of fun. We don't
need anything." He just went on whittling and looked up kind of funny like,
at Dorry.

"How about you?" he asked. "You saw the picture first, and recognized him.
Come in handy, that hundred, I dare say?"

Dorry just said, "Nix."

"Bully for you," Harry said, and he gave him a push in the chest. Didn't I
tell you I knew how he'd feel about it?

"Well, then," he said, "since you are the only ones who would have any
claims, we'll have to see what kind of a scout the Honorable Mr. Jib Jab
is. I kind of like that fellow's face--"

"Don't you go and ask him to go off to South
Africa with you," I said. Because I knew Harry Donnelle, all right.

"We'll just have to see if he's game for a little conspiracy. I kind of
think from that twinkle in his eye, that he will be. We'll just have to
lay the whole thing before him. We'll tell him about Gaylong and the poor
Church Mice and if he's human-"

"Sure