The three bigger ones felt much more inclined to let Fatty join them once they realized that Buster could come too. For Buster's sake they were willing to have Fatty, plump, conceited and stupid. Buster could be a sort of bloodhound. They felt certain that real detectives, who solved all sorts of mysteries, would have a bloodhound.
"Well," said Larry. "We'll all belong and try to solve the Mystery of the Burnt Cottage."
"We're the Five Find-Outers and Dog," said Bets. Every one laughed. "What a silly name!" said Lany. But all the same, it stuck, and for the rest of those holidays, and for a very long time after, the Five Find-Outers and Dog used that name continually for thehiselves.
"I know all about police and detectives," said Fatty. "I'd better be the head of us."
"No you won't," said Larry. "I bet you don't know any more than the rest of us. And don't think that we're so stupid as not to see what a very good opinion you've got of yourself! You might as well make up your mind straightaway that we shan't believe half the tall stories you tell us! As for being head -1 shall be. I always am."
"That's right," said Pip. "Larry's clever. He shall be the head of the bold Find-Outers."
"All right," said Fatty ungraciously. "I suppose it's four against one. Blow - is that half-past twelve, - yes, it is. I must go."
"Meet here this afternoon sharp at two," said Larry. "We will discuss the finding of clues then."
"Glues?" said Bets, not hearing the word properly. "Oh, that sounds exciting. Are glues sticky?"
"Idiot," said Pip. "What use you are going to be in the Find-Outers, I simply can't imagines"