Let’s see, where was I? Oh, I know. I was just starting to keep still so Westy could talk.
He said, “We’ll have a big rally and we’ll have signs up all around the field. All the scouts will have to be good and hungry.”
“That’s easy!” Pee-wee shouted.
Westy said, “We’ll have signs up all around saying A SCOUT IS HUNGRY, and things like that. We’ll have some poetry on big planks——”
“And when Tony sees all that,” Connie Bennett piped up, “and finds that we won’t go over and buy any eats from him, why, then he’ll move his wagon over to the lot and we’ll have a chance to move the car. It’s a bully idea if Pee-wee doesn’t weaken and spoil it all.”
“What are you talking about?” Pee-wee yelled. “I can go without anything to eat for—for an hour, if I have to!”
So we decided that we’d force Tony to move his lunch wagon by the force of our appetites. Maybe you’ve seen exhibitions of things that scouts can do by the power of deduction and all that, and how they can do things by united strength, and everybody admits they can make a lot of noise when they sing together. But I bet you never saw what they can do by concerted appetite—that means all being hungry at the same time.
You can move a house that way. Anyway, you can move a lunch wagon.
CHAPTER VII—THE INVITATION
Now this is the way we planned it out. We decided that if we could get the way cleared as far as the Sneezenbunker land it would be easy from there, because the car would roll down the grade and maybe all the way across Cat-tail Marsh. Then we’d have to think of some scheme to get it to the river.