“Don’t make me laugh,” said Roy.
“Now maybe he won’t join,” said Pee-wee. “I had him all worked up to the point where he was going to join.”
“Don’t you believe it, kid,” laughed Connie again. “You stand a better chance of being struck by lightning than getting that Mary into your patrol. What do you want him for, anyway? They’d only guy the life out of him up at camp.”
“You don’t know him like I do,” Pee-wee protested. “He’s a nice feller. Gee whiz, I didn’t want to go with him but I promised to, so I did——”
“After half a dozen other fellows passed it up,” said Connie. “You were a little brick, kid, to let him wish himself on you like that.”
“Some good turn,” panted Roy, as they jogged along.
“He treated me,” said Pee-wee; “he treated me to a lot of things.”
“Yop, I’ve seen that wallet,” laughed Connie. “He keeps calling cards in it.”
“He keeps dollar bills in it,” said Pee-wee.
“You love him for his money,” said Roy.