“You know what irresistible is?” the kid asked him. “Well, that’s what we are.”
The man said, “Oh, I see.”
“Sure,” Pee-wee said; “things that are hard, that’s what we like.”
“We eat ’em alive,” Westy said.
I said to Pee-wee, “Do you know what insubordinate is? Well, that’s what you are. Keep still while I talk. You’re only my official staff.”
The man said, “Well, you’d better pick up your official coffee-pot and saucepan, and state your terms. I’m not sure that I want an irresistible army of invasion going through my house.”
“Irresistible armies of invasion aren’t so bad,” the kid piped up. “I’ll tell you how it is——”
“Keep still,” I said, “or I’ll put you in the megaphone.” Then I said to the man, “We started from Blakeley’s Hill and we pledged ourselves to go straight west——”
“Without deviation,” the kid shouted; “do you know what that means?”
I said, “We pledged ourselves to go straight west till we come to a certain tree on west ridge, and not to turn to the right or the left. So you see we’ll have to go right through your house.”