“Have you got any with you?” a fellow that was standing there wanted to know.
“We’ll have some more by to-morrow,” I told him. “Call and inspect our stock. Have you got any scouts down here?”
One of the men who was laughing said, “Not a one.”
“You’re lucky,” I told him.
He said, “Well, you kids had quite an experience.”
“That’s nothing,” Pee-wee said. “You don’t call that an experience. That was just a ride.”
“Worse things than that are going to happen,” the inventor piped up.
But not in this story, believe me. One fire and one flood are enough. Another chapter and we might have a world war and an earthquake—that’s what my sister said. She said adventures are all the time waiting for us. “Let them wait,” I told her; “what do we care?” My father said one good thing about us, anyway, and that is we don’t shoot people like Submarine Sam does in the book. We shoot the chutes, that’s about all we ever shoot. But just the same, we have a lot of fun. In the next story I’ll tell you how we got lost in a ferris wheel.
But I can’t bother to tell you now how we got our car back to Van Schlessenhoff’s field, for we’ve got enough on our hands getting our mushroom farm started down there by the river, and besides, we’ve got to go to Temple Camp. We’ve got to get up there in time for the lake carnival. Maybe I’ll tell you about that, too. Gee whiz, I know a lot of things to tell you. And I bet you’ll be surprised how we got our old car back to the field.
Anyway, I’ll tell you this much now. When we did get it back there we chained it down and built a stockade around it and blocked the wheels and locked the brakes and put paper weights on the roof.