I said, “Gee whiz, I can’t deny that.”
“You never hunted for a what-is-it, did you?” he asked, awful funny like.
I told him, “No, I never did, but once a troop of scouts found a girl that was lost on a mountain, and there was another troop that found a fellow just from seeing his name in the newspapers.”
He said, “You’re a wide awake bunch, you kids. They don’t have any boy scouts in the jungle where I was captured alive. If you ever get on my trail, I’d give you a run all right.”
I asked him where that jungle was where he was captured alive, and he said it was on Washington Avenue in the Bronx.
He was an awful nice fellow.
CHAPTER XX
THE PARADE
Before we were finished I could hear the band playing outside and when I went out all the wagons and chariots and things were in a line ready to start. There were two elephants, a big one and a baby one, and about a half a dozen cage wagons with animals in them and a steam calliope and a lot of things, all gold and red. There were some dandy white horses.
On Marshal Foch’s cage was a big sign that said:
MARSHAL FOCH