It required but a few seconds for Keekie Joe to decide to run true to form. The situation was an unusual one, the missile was a delicious morsel, and was nothing more nor less than what he had demanded. But still it had been thrown at him and Keekie Joe elected to consider it as a shot fired by the enemy.
"Whatcher chuckin' things at me fer?" he demanded, descending from the fence and approaching Pee-wee with a terrible look of menace. He had been careful, however, to pick the jawbreaker up and put it in his mouth.
"Didn't you say you wanted one?" Pee-wee asked. "Didn't you just put it in your mouth?"
"Never you mind wot I done," said Keekie Joe. "D'yer think yer cin sass me?"
"I'll show you how to catch if you'll say you'll be a scout," Pee-wee answered. There could be no better illustration of his desperation as a scout missionary than this artless proposition to the sentinel of Barrel Alley.
"Who can't catch?" Keekie Joe demanded.
"You can't."
"Me?"
"Yes, you."
"Yer dasn' say it again."