“Sure,” I said; “scouts can always think of a way.”
Mr. Slausen must have heard us, for he turned around and shouted after us, very cross, “I want you youngsters to keep away from here. Understand?”
Westy said, “Yes, sir.”
“I don’t know anything we can do,” Dorry Benton said to me as we were going out.
“We’ll think of a way,” I said; “don’t worry.”
Now that’s all there was to our call on Mr. Slausen, and it wasn’t much, and nobody said anything important enough to remember, but what we said made a lot of trouble for us just the same. You’ll see.
“All we’d have to do would be to move his vulcanizing table,” Westy said, “and we could run the car right through.”
“Well, we should worry,” I said. “We’ll move Tony’s Lunch Wagon, vulcanizing table and all, and then we can think about the next step.”
“What do you mean, vulcanizing table?” Pee-wee shouted.
“The counter where he puts the inner tubes in doughnuts,” I told him.