“I’m always lucky, I am!” Pee-wee shouted.
“I guess that’s because the dog was good and yellow,” I said. “If he had been orange color, goodness only knows what might have happened.”
“Stick to this old car and you can’t go wrong,” Will Dawson said.
“You said it,” I told him.
“Now we can be pirates, hey?” the inventor said.
“Sure,” I said. “You climb up and get inside the car. The first thing you know you’ll fall in the water, and the water around here is very wet.”
“Didn’t I say stick to the car?” Pee-wee wanted to know.
“Oh, you’re just the little hero,” I told him. “If we all get drowned we’ll have to thank you.”
“Drowned? What are you talking about?” he said. “If you’re afraid——”
“Anybody that’s afraid can get out and walk,” I said. “We’ve got a private car and a private yacht too. We’re a rich patrol. I don’t think we’ll notice that crowd up at Temple Camp any more. We’ve got Submarine Sam looking like a mamma’s boy. A life on the ocean wave for us.”