"Were you here at all yesterday?" demanded Beany.
"Oh, yes," said Asa. "Twice."
"Well, then, listen here. I want you should go up there, and when he says are you the boy who was here yesterday, you say yes, and don't say anything else if you can help it. See?"
"Oh, yes," said Asa, who did not see at all, but who did not let that bother lot that bother him in the least.
"Mind!" said Beany sternly. "I don't want him to know about me or Porky at all. There are reasons; Scout reasons, Asa, so you mind out. Got that through your nut?"
"Oh, yes," said Asa, blinking his white lashes.
"You ain't afraid of him, are you?" asked Beany, remembering the
Wolf's keen eye.
"Oh, no," said Asa.
When Asa came down in a few minutes, he seemed rather upset—for Asa. He blinked rapidly, and there was something so worried in his open smile that Beany felt conscience-stricken to think he had sent him on such an errand. He rose, and they walked rapidly away, for Asa seemed to be thinking deeply.
When they reached the seats around the bandstand, deserted so early in the morning, Beany sat down.