“Well, you’ve got the both of us wished on you now,” said Toby.
“And Robin Hood’ll have the Pathfinder’s badge too,” said Pee-wee, “because I can fix it, because I know how to fix things; you leave it to me.”
He paused only when the dog paused, excitedly preoccupied with some baffling difficulty in the scent.
“All right, old Bob,” Toby encouraged.
The dog paused long enough in his intense preoccupation to lick the hand of his young master. But he seemed quite oblivious to the praises and friendly strokes of Pee-wee, and of the others who had come up.
“They never bother with any one but their owners, that kind, do they?” Connie asked. “That’s what I heard.”
“Didn’t you hear Toby say he bothered with heroes in the war?” Artie demanded.
“Sure, he did,” said Westy Martin.
“He used to invite them to his headquarters to supper and everything,” said Roy. “Didn’t he, Toby?”
“That’s all right,” said Toby. “He knows something big when he sees it.”