“Sure thing,” Bobby backed him up. “The common people ought to be satisfied with what they can get. You fellows ought to be glad that we let you travel with us at all.”
“Those fellows just hate themselves, don’t they?” Mouser appealed to his seat mate.
“Aren’t they the modest little flowers?” agreed Pee Wee.
“What do you say to rushing them and firing them out?” suggested Mouser.
“Oh, don’t do that,” cried Fred in mock alarm. “Pee Wee might fall on one of us, and then there’d be nothing left but a grease spot.”
“Might as well have a ton of brick on top of you,” confirmed Bobby.
“I’ll tell you what,” grinned Pee Wee. “We’ll draw straws for it and the fellows that get the two longest straws get the best seats.”
“That would be all right and I’d be glad to do it,” said Fred with an air of candor. “Only there aren’t any straws handy. So we’ll have to let things stay as they are.”
“You don’t get out of it that way, you old fox,” cried Mouser. “Here’s an old letter and we’ll make strips of paper take the place of the straws.”
“All right,” agreed Fred, driven into the open. “Give me the letter and I’ll make the strips and you fellows can draw.”