“I’m going to stay, too,” Westy said.
“I’m going home to get supper and go to the movies,” Dorry said, with a black look on his face.
“Give my regards to Charlie Chaplin,” I said.
Hunt Manners said, very cross, “Come on, fellows. Let’s go up to Bennett’s and get some sodas. Want to go, Pee-wee?”
I looked at the kid. Gee whiz, that was the hardest moment in his life. He stood between love and duty; I mean between love and more love.
“Go ahead,” he said. “I saw a yellow dog going east last night, and that means we’re going to have more adventures. Anyway, I can go with you and get a soda and then come back.”
Jiminies, I had to laugh.
“I’m through with this old shack; come on,” Tom Warner said.
“The pleasure is mine,” I told him. “So long.”
“We’re going to have adventures, ain’t we?” the inventor piped up.