“If I had my way I’d lick you a couple of dozen times,” said Roy. “Did you tell him about how you won the animal first aid badge?”
“Who?”
“The horse; did you tell him how that makes you a star scout?”
“What does the horse care?” Westy asked. “He’s a star actor, that’s better than a star scout.”
“I guess he had to go on the stage on account of the automobile driving him out of business, hey?” Roy said.
“Anyway, I like horses,” Pee-wee said.
“Sure,” said Roy, “and you like horse radish and horse chestnuts too. No wonder you like horses, you’re always kicking.”
“Maybe some day I’ll play—maybe I’ll play Julius Caesar,” said Pee-wee proudly.
“Sure, maybe you’ll play checkers,” said Roy; “come on home, it’s late.”
“Let’s have one more soda,” said Pee-wee.