He had not fancied
them sitting on ice cream freezers and tossing the emptied receptacles
from them.
Pee-wee had told his friend of the morning that they would both vote
for Keekie Joe and that Keekie Joe should be the patrol leader. If
this was the way an ordinary scout travelled, what would be the proper
equipment of a patrol leader? It staggered poor Keekie Joe just to
think of this. And a scoutmaster!
"Didn't I tell you how it was with scouts?" Pee-wee demanded. "Now you
see!"
Keekie Joe rubbed his eyes to make sure he was awake and scrutinized
Pee-wee shrewdly. For our hero was somewhat disguised by a villainous
moustache of chocolate which reached almost to his ear on one side and
made him look like a pirate.
"Do you like sardine sandwiches?" our hero asked at random, for he
hardly knew what to use for bait amid such crowding variety. "I was
stuck on the flats for over an hour and then the tide took me off.
It's coming in now. I'm going to stay on here all night and to-morrow
and all next week. So do you want to join? Only you have to be a
scout if you want to come on here. There are six other fellers but
they're at the party. They said I wouldn't have any fun at the party
because I can't dance, but I'm having more fun than any of them. I
foiled them. They're all dancing but they're good and hungry. Maybe
they look happy but they're not."
"Do dey all go round in dem things?" Keekie Joe ventured to inquire.
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