So treasure hunting is _always_ a
success; even if you only find a tin spoon. You had your hike; you had your
fun; you made a hundred per cent profit. That's the difference between a
scout and a detective. It's _going after_ something that makes the fun;
not _getting_ it."
Brent Gaylong said, "I get you."
"I've flopped around all over the world and I haven't got a cent to show
for it," Harry said, "and if anybody told me there was a lead pencil buried
up near the North Pole, I'd go after it. What fun is there buying a lead
pencil in a store? Poor old John D. Rockerfeller could do that much."
"I get you," Gaylong said.
"Besides, didn't you meet _us?_" Harry said.
"We're better than a hundred dollars, I hope. Fun hasn't cost a cent; it's
the only thing that hasn't gone up in price. Maybe the wandering warrior
is having the time of his life, too. And you'd go and spoil it all for
him. Maybe he doesn't want to be found. Never thought of that, did you?
What you fellows need is not a hundred dollars. You need the scout idea.
Adventure!"
"Righto," Gaylong said.
"But we'd like to have that hundred dollars," the little fellow named
Willie piped up.
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