“I’d like to see you do it first,” I said.
“You mean to tell me you’re not afraid of that man?” Pee-wee said. “Do you think I’d let you—a scout has to be chivalrous. He has to protect women——”
“Give me your hatchet,” she said, and she jerked it out of his belt.
“You better look out what you’re doing,” the kid said. “Do you want to get arrested?”
She swung Pee-wee’s belt-axe in the air just like Carrie Nation or Joan of Arc and she said, “Follow me!”
Pee-wee said, “Dora Dane Daring, you’d better look out what you’re doing.”
She said, “Private Canary Bird Harris, you’re a coward. Fall in line, everybody!”
Gee whiz, I thought that girl was crazy. Up she marched, right onto the porch, with all the rest of us after her. Pee-wee kind of hung back—safety first for him. I was ready to run any minute. We went across that porch as if we were stalking a bird.
But she didn’t care. She just hit the door a good rap with the hatchet and kept pushing the button. Boy, I was kind of shaky!