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Donnelle smiled and I told him Pee-wee was a young dictionary pocket size. Pretty soon we reached the house and, good night, it wasn't any house at all; it was a house boat. And I could see the fixtures for a wireless on it, only the wires had been taken down. Then Mr. Donnelle said, "Boys," he said, "this is my old workshop and I have spent many happy hours in it.
It knocked into two bridges, and goodness knows what all. But what cared we, yo ho? We cared not I mean naught. First Mr. Donnelle showed us through it and it was dandy, only in very poor shape. It's shape was square. But I wouldn't laugh at it because we had a lot of fun on it. Inside it had two rooms and a little kitchen and the roof had a railing around it and there was lots of room there.
That rotten little newspaper in Bridgeboro had a big headliner about me disappearing 'never seen after leaving Camp Dix; whereabouts a mystery' that's what it said, 'son of Professor Donnelle. What'd you think of that?" I told him I was mighty sorry for him, and I was, too.
"Are you a hero?" that's what he said. That's just what he said. Anyway, one thing I didn't know then, and that was that Skinny was going to have more to do with Lieutenant Donnelle than I was. Poor little kid, he didn't know it either. That was one good thing. He said, "If they get mad when I talk to you, I'll talk to you on the sly.
"I think you kind of look like one," I said; "but you don't act like one, and you don't laugh like one." "I've got blamed little reason to laugh," he said, "because I'm in Dutch, and you've got to do me a good turn. Will you?" "Good turns are our middle names," I told him, "but anyway, I'd like to know who you are that's sure." Then he said, "I'm Lieutenant Donnelle, Mr. Donnelle's son.
Swithin stopped to have his supper; anyway, it began pouring again as soon as we got across. "Anyway, we got the letters mailed," I said; "what do I care? Let it rain." "I'm willing," Bert said, "as long as we can't stop it." We were both feeling good, even if we were wet. "Suppose Lieutenant Donnelle writes and says he doesn't know anything about the money?" I said.
Donnelle both told me that I must have plenty of movement in my story, so I guess the tide's a good character for a story, because it's always moving. Well, you ought to have seen those fellows when I sailed in shouting that I was Weetonka, the famous Indian chief. Doc Carson dropped his paint brush on Connie Bennett and he was splashed all over with copper paint good night!
I guess maybe they were used to that kind of thing, and he couldn't fool them. When we got into his library I saw books all around on the shelves, hundreds of them I guess, and the desk was covered with papers and there was a picture of Mark Twain with "Best regards to Mr. Donnelle," written on it. Gee whit taker, I thought when I looked around; maybe Mr.
Donnelle has become greatly interested in the Scouts, and especially in our young scout author." Then he gave me a funny look. "So you see our dark memorandum was not so dark after all." "G o o d night!" I said; "it was a kind of a pale white." "And I dare say," Mr. Ellsworth said, all the while slapping me on the shoulder, "that our deep-dyed villain is going to prove a very good friend."
"I wouldn't smoke one of those cigars," Pee-wee said, "they might be bombs. The Germans are pretty tricky safety first." Then Mr. Ellsworth came over to us, smiling all over his face. "Well, boys," he said, "I'm glad to say that our spy quest has gone up in smoke. Mr. Donnelle is one of the best known authors of America.
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