“Maybe we better stick together,” I suggested, getting Peg’s eyes.
But he wasn’t worried like me.
“Five o’clock,” he told us, looking at his watch.
“We’ll have to snap into it,” Scoop said, “if we expect to finish the ticket stand to-day.”
“You fellows can work on it,” Peg directed, “while Jerry and I go home for our bedding. For, if we’re going to stay here to-night, we’ve got to have something to sleep on. Come on, Jerry.”
Peg is big and strong and awfully gritty. He [[17]]isn’t afraid of anybody or anything. I’m pretty gritty myself. I don’t run when a bigger fellow starts picking on me.
But, truthfully, I didn’t like this “two-against-five” business. It was risky. And I told Peg so on the way home.
He patted me on the back, grinning.
“Cheer up, Jerry. I’ve got a scheme.” [[18]]