“What time does the 9 A. M. train leave?” Pee-wee shouted. “Oh, but it’s great!” He was half crazy.
“The nine o’clock train leave at 8.60,” I told him, “and you have to get a transfer——”
“To what line?” he shouted.
“To the clothesline,” I said.
“You make me sick!” he yelled, “You haven’t got any what-do-you-call-it—hero—something or other——”
“That talk will have to be strained through a sieve,” I said. “Don’t mind him, Mr. Bennett, somebody’s been feeding him meat. He goes to the movies too much. He’s known as the human megaphone. All step up and listen to the Raving Raven rave—only a dime, ten cents, ladies and gentlemen!”
Even Mr. Bennett had to laugh.
“Now all we’ve got to have is a girl,” Pee-wee shouted, “because we’ve got a poor lad—I mean—you know what I mean—noble poverty and a boat and heroes doing good turns——”
“And Ravens turning somersaults,” I said.
“And all that,” he kept up, “and Roy foiled his prosecuters—I mean persecuters——”