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When I got there they were all over the houseboat like flies, painting and varnishing and fixing up the flagpole, and I could hear Pee-wee as usual, shouting away. Jiminy, but it sounded good. Then I could hear somebody say, "Well, well better late than never," and I saw it was our scoutmaster, Mr. Ellsworth. He took a day off to help the fellows.
There were calls from one end of it to the other. Then it started again and continued to move until Pee-wee thought it was going away, and his hope revived at the thought that escape might yet be possible. Then the sound came nearer again and presently the car received a jolt, accompanied by a bang. The convict was thrown a little, but he resumed his stand, waiting, desperate, menacing.
"We'd rather camp than eat." "No we wouldn't," vociferated Pee-wee Harris. "What kind of hours?" Doc Carson of the Ravens inquired. "The usual kind," Roy volunteered, and put it up to their new friend if this were not so. "The same kind we use in school, hey?" he added. "Give him a chance to tell us what it is," said Westy Martin of Roy's patrol.
Pee-wee screamed, "do you mean to say that if a fellow does a good turn to another an old man and it turns out to be a good turn on somebody else, and he says the other one that has a boat that he'll make a lot of trouble for the other one we did a service for do you mean to tell me that the other one has a right to say he'll make trouble for him, and if he does we haven't got a right to let him do a good turn to us, so that the other one we did a good turn for can get under a bridge it's a good turn to let him do us a good turn, isn't it?
"Even if they should see us or hear us," Pee-wee encouraged, "they wouldn't dare come after it, because it isn't theirs. They thought nobody would ever find it in here. It's good I was on the inside, hey?" "That's the place to be," said Mr. Swiper. "You bet it is," said Pee-wee. "Were you ever locked in a place?" To this purely personal question, Mr.
Pee-wee and Pepsy were not agreed about allowing this third person to buy into their enterprise. Pepsy was suspicious because she could not understand it. But Pee-wee, quick to forget dislikes and trifling injuries, was strong for the new partner.
They used to say 'Old Man Temple' he's a man we know that owns a lot of railroads and things; of course, he's reformed now he's a magnet " "Magnate," corrected Roy. "But they used to call him 'Old Man Temple' everybody did. And it's a sure sign you can always tell," Pee-wee concluded. "Wall, they call me 'Ole Man Flint," said the visitor, "so I guess "
Impulsive Roy was the moving spirit of the plan; Pee-wee was its megaphone, and in the early days of the Bridgeboro troop's stay a dozen or more scouts had worked like beavers making a path up through the woods, covering the shack with bark, and raising a flagpole near it.
Pee-wee wondered who Kelly was and where his barn was located. "What do you mean, hide in Kelly's barn?" Pepsy whispered, greatly agitated. "Can you keep still about it?" Pee-wee said. "Girls can't keep secrets. Can you keep still till I tell you it's all right to speak?" "I can keep a secret and not even tell it to you," she shot back at him in spirited defiance.
Every time she called to the bird it flitted to another limb, and every time the bird flitted she wrung her hands and cried. An empty cage upon a lawn bench told the story. "What's the matter?" said Pee-wee, going to the child and seeking his information first-hand. "Oh, I'll never get him," she sobbed. "He'll fly away in a minute and I'll never see him again."
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