said Harry, gravely. "But 
I wouldn't want to see a war, just the same. It's a terrible thing." 
"Oh, it wouldn't last long," said Dick, confidently. "We'd lick them in 
no time at all. Don't you think so?" 
"I don't know--I hope so. But you can't ever be sure." 
"I wonder if they'd let us fight?" 
"No, I don't think they would, Dick. There'd be plenty for the Boy 
Scouts to do though, I believe." 
"Would you stay over here if there was a war, Harry? Or would you go 
home?" 
"I think we'd have to stay over here, Dick. You see, my father is here 
on business, not just for pleasure. His company sent him over here, and 
it was understood he'd stay several years. I don't think the war could 
make any difference." 
"That's why you're here, then, is it? I used to wonder why you went to 
school over here instead of in America."
"Yes. My father and mother didn't want me to be so far from them. So 
they brought me along. I was awfully sorry at first, but now it doesn't 
seem so bad." 
"I should think not!" said Dick, indignantly. "I should think anyone 
would be mighty glad of a chance to come to school over here instead 
of in America! Why, you don't even play cricket over there, I've been 
told!" 
"No, but we play baseball," said Harry, his eyes shining. "I really think 
I miss that more than anything else here in England. Cricket's all 
right--if you can't play baseball. It's a good enough game." 
"You can play," admitted Dick, rather grudgingly. "When you bowl, 
you've got some queer way of making the ball seem to bend--" 
"I put a curve on it, that's all!" said Harry, with a laugh. "If you'd ever 
played baseball, you'd understand that easily enough. See? You hold 
the ball like this--so that your fingers give it a spin as it leaves your 
hand." 
And he demonstrated for his English friend's benefit the way the ball is 
held to produce an out-curve. 
"Your bowlers here don't seem to do that--though they do make the ball 
break after it hits the ground. But the way I manage it, you see, is to 
throw a ball that doesn't hit the ground in front of the bat at all, but 
curves in. If you don't hit at it, it will hit the stumps and bowl you out; 
if you do hit, you're likely to send it straight up in the air, so that some 
fielder can catch it." 
"I see," said Dick. "Well, I suppose it's all right, but it doesn't seem 
quite fair." 
Harry laughed, but didn't try to explain the point further. He liked Dick 
immensely; Dick was the first friend he had made in England, and the 
best, so far. It was Dick who had tried to get him to join the Boy Scouts, 
and who had been immensely surprised to find that Harry was already a
scout. Harry, indeed, had done two years of scouting in America; he 
had been one of the first members of a troop in his home town, and had 
won a number of merit badges. He was a first-class scout, and, had he 
stayed with his troop, would certainly have become a patrol leader. So 
he had had no trouble in getting admission to the patrol to which Dick 
belonged. 
It had been hard for Harry, when his father's business called him to 
England, to give up all the friendships and associations of his boyhood. 
It had been hard to leave school; to tear up, by the roots, all the things 
that bound him to his home. But as a scout he had learned to be loyal 
and obedient. His parents had talked things over with him very frankly. 
They had understood just how hard it would be for him to go with them. 
But his father had made him see how necessary it was. 
"I want you to be near your mother and myself just now, especially, 
Harry," he had said. "I want you to grow up where I can see you. And, 
moreover, it won't hurt you a bit to know something about other 
countries. You'll have a new idea of America when you have seen other 
lands, and I believe you'll be a better American for it. You'll learn that 
other countries have their virtues, and that we can learn some things 
from them. But I believe you'll learn, too, to love America better than 
ever. When we go home you'll be broader and better for your 
experience." 
And Harry was finding out that his father had been right. At first he had 
to put up with a good deal. He found that the English boys he met in 
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