“What do you mean, job lot adventure?” Pee-wee demanded. “It’s a real adventure. Don’t you know a mystery when you see one? Adventures—they can happen anywhere.”
“Too bad you have to go home in the morning,” whispered Ray.
“Are we going to solve it?” Pee-wee demanded darkly. “Are we going to foil him?”
“Shall we foil him, Ray?” queried Fuller.
“It’s up to you, Fuller,” said Ray.
“Well then, I tell you what we’ll do,” Fuller said, as they left the window. “We’ll get dressed—”
“Good idea,” said Ray.
“And I’ll stroll down and ask him what he’s doing, and you come along while I’m talking to him. Scout, you’d better go back to bed so you can make an early start in the morning.”
“A—eh—a—what d’you mean—a scout is supposed to be helpful,” stammered Pee-wee.
“I know,” said Ray, “but this is only a thirty-one cent adventure. It’s really too cheap for you, Scout.”