“A what?”
“Didn’t you ever hear of a correspondence school—members all over the country?”
“Oh, I see,” said Artie. “The only trouble is that it will evaporate in September.”
“Now you see it, now you don’t,” said Grove.
“It’ll be a patrol with lots of branches, like,” said Pee-wee; “just like the Standard Oil Company. Do you see? And when they go home each scout starts a patrol, no matter where. It’s kind of like a—a epidemic.”
“Worse than that,” said Artie.
“And I’m going to be the head of them all,” Pee-wee said.
“And you’re going to bring them all to dinner?” inquired Grove.
“You’ll have a couple of million scouts under you in a year or two, Kid,” laughed Artie; “it’s a good idea.”
“I invented it,” said Pee-wee. “You take a patrol. A patrol’s a patrol, isn’t it?”