“Here’s your chance to join the scouts, Toby,” said Connie Bennett. “There’s a vacancy in the animal cracker’s patrol.”
“What’s up?” Toby asked, as he slid a plate of pie along the counter so that it came to a stop directly before Connie. “Want coffee—you fellows?”
Hamburger Mike himself waited on the others, then went back to his corner and resumed the reading of a newspaper.
“Here’s your chance,” repeated Connie. “Do you know what brings us up here this late? You know Margie Garrison, don’t you? Red-headed? She hasn’t been seen since four o’clock this afternoon—lost. We’ve been combing the woods for her. Nothing doing. You’re always saying you’re going to join and you never do—gee williger, this coffee’s hot. She was seen in Westover’s field this afternoon and nobody saw her after that. Bring Robin Hood along and we’ll trail her; what d’you say? Say you’ll join the scouts and we’ll keep the job in the family. If we find her, won’t it be some tall sensation?”
“Robin Hood could never trail her,” said Roy, drinking coffee.
“ROBIN HOOD COULD NEVER TRAIL HER!” SAID ROY.
“Oh, is that so?” Toby sneered.
“Yes, that’s so,” said Westy Martin.
“Now, you tell one,” said Toby, turning to Pee-wee.