“Not for this patrol,” I shouted down. “We’re not wooden scouts.”
“Are we a part of the ad?” the kid shouted.
The man said, “That’s what you are. Always on top like Brown’s hats, eh? Now I’ll tell you what you boys do, if you’re not in too much of a hurry. You just sit up there till the next train goes by. I’ve got to hustle to Addison station to catch that train. Our advertising man, Mr. Bull, will be on it and he’ll see just how the sign looks with you youngsters on it. I dare say he’ll reward you.”
“We should worry about rewards,” I said. “We’re part of an ad, that’s enough for us. We’ll sit here if the train isn’t too long coming.”
He said, “Well, you suit yourselves about that, but you’ve given me an idea and I’m much obliged to you. I think we’ll use the scouts-on-top idea.”
“We’re like Brown’s hats, hey?” Pee-wee shouted.
“That’s it,” the man said.
“Pee-wee’s like a soft hat, he’s young and tender,” Hunt said.
“Sure,” I said; “you’re the tallest one, you’re a high-hat.”