“You’re crazy!” Pee-wee shouted. “That hasn’t got anything to do with a scout being honorable; that’s stalking. You can be—stealthy, can’t you? Suppose you were out in the woods where you couldn’t—where you couldn’t get any—any wheatcakes and coffee, maybe; then what would you do?”
“I’d go home.”
“Suppose you were lost. Suppose you were going to starve. Can you tell mushrooms from toadstools?”
“Would that help me to get home?” Emerson asked.
“It would help you to know what to eat,” said Pee-wee contemptuously. “Gee whiz, if you’ll say you’ll join, I’ll get you into my patrol. Will you?”
“When I lose my wits,” smiled Emerson.
CHAPTER XV
IN FOR IT
They went through the Hudson Tunnel and hit the endless trail which runs through a concrete passageway to the old Erie station.
“You can’t get lost on that trail,” commented Emerson.
Indeed the neighborhood seemed to offer little prospect of adventure. Yet, as the sequel proved, it was not without possibilities. Emerson led the way to the ten twenty-two train and graciously invited Pee-wee to sit by the window. Not only that, but he purchased a slab of milk chocolate from a man who came through the train.