Everything is working out
fine, thanks to me."
"Oh, sure," said Warde, already breathless from his strenuous rowing,
"they give you roast turkey up at Skybrows; they give you chicken salad
and sandwiches and--only try to get it. I'm so hungry I could eat the
island, thanks to you. I could eat a whisk-broom. Follow you and I'll
starve."
"Did you ever eat any of that kid's hunter's stew?" Townsend asked as
he rowed.
"Did we?" said Roy. "It's the best thing I know of if you want to stay
home from school."
"It's kind of queer," said Townsend.
"Oh, yes, mysterious," said Warde.
"Let's talk of something pleasant," said Roy.
"Well, I'm pretty hungry, too," said Townsend.
"We'll soon be there," said Warde. "We had something of a scare,
didn't we?"
"All's well that ends well," said Townsend.
"Oh, sure," said Roy, "only you don't end so _well_ after eating
hunter's stew. We should worry, we'll have all the stuff pretty soon
now. Narrow escape, hey? _Oh, boy_, it would have been terrible to
lose all that stuff. It looked like an altar, didn't it?"
"It'll look like a vacuum when we get through with it," said Warde.
"Do you think we can get it all in the boat?"
"If we can't, we'll tow the icing cakes behind," said Roy. "What _I'm_
thinking fond thoughts about is the ice cream."
"Same here," said Townsend.
"Same here," said Warde.
And meanwhile the man in the moon winked down at Pee-wee.
CHAPTER XXII
IN THE GLARE OF THE SEARCH-LIGHT
Now the tide is a funny thing, especially in a small suburban river.
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