“Go ahead, Kid,” Townsend said, almost too astonished to speak.
In the greatest excitement, Pee-wee told of all that had happened during his companion’s absence. He talked vociferously, continuously,—coming up occasionally for air.
“So now what do you say?” he concluded with an air of scathing accusation.
“I say we find a good place to eat supper and then turn in for the night, Kid,” said Townsend; “I’m tired out. Then we can make a fresh start for Catskill in the morning. This has been a terrible day, we’ll count it out.”
“We will not,” roared Pee-wee. “A day with a lot of dandy adventures like this? Gee whiz, I’ll count to-morrow out if you want to, but not to-day.”
“Well, there’s one good thing left about to-day,” said Townsend.
“What’s that?”
“Supper.”
“You said it,” said Pee-wee.