“Way up here,
Way up here;
Just our luck,
To be stuck;
Way up here.
And we won’t go home,
’Cause we’re stuck away up here.”
“Oh, here comes the painter!” one of the fellows shouted.
“Shaved!” I yelled.
“He was shaved before,” Hunt said.
“I mean saved,” I told him.
“He has reinforcements with him,” Pee-wee shouted.
“There’s one of Brown’s hats with a man under it,” Ralph Warner said.
I said, “I guess that’s Mr. Wild Bull. Thank goodness, they’ll relieve the starving population.”
“Anyway, we held out,” the kid said.