“Make th wrld safe fr dmcrcy!” Pee-wee yelled.
“Forever!” a lot of them shouted.
“What’s two hours?”
“We can eat forever! Hurrah!”
Just then one of those Little Valley scouts came running back from the station. “The milk train is an hour and a half late!” he said.
“Oh, isn’t that just too exasperating?” said Minerva Skybrow.
CHAPTER XI—WE FIND A WAY
I said, “Good night, that ends it for us. We can’t keep this up for three hours and a half. There’s no use trying. We’re beaten.”
“Scouts beaten!” one of the girls said.
“Just the same way as Napoleon was beaten,” I said. “You think you’re so smart. Maybe you don’t know he was beaten because his reinforcements didn’t show up.”