“May we talk now, Thad?” asked Giraffe.
“Yes, but let it be in a low voice,” replied the patrol leader.
“Jerusalem!” exclaimed Step Hen, just as though he had to let the pent-up steam escape, one way or another, and it took the form of this expression.
“What does it all mean?” asked Step Hen, plainly confused, and unable to clearly grasp the truth.
“I think I know,” remarked Thad.
“Then tell us, please,” quickly asked Giraffe. “Sounded like a laugh to me.”
“Just what it was, too,” Thad went on.
“But who’d want to act funny when all that racket was going on, Thad?” continued Giraffe, who seemed unusually thick headed just then, possibly on account of being aroused in such a startling manner.
“The men who made all the row,” replied the scoutmaster.
“Men who made the row—great governor! d’ye mean these rowdies, Hank and Pierre?” burst out Giraffe.