Pee-wee grabbed him by his jacket and said, all excited, “Do you want to get killed? Do you want to get killed? Sit down! Do you want to get killed? Don’t you know that man fired two shots?”
Westy said, “Come back, you fool!”
Hunt jumped up and grabbed him and he and Pee-wee both tried to hold him back. “Sit down, sit down!” they said. “Do you want to get shot?”
Warde just shook them off, and he said, “This kid came up to my house yesterday and gave me a lot of stuff about scouts being courageous and brave and intrepid——”
“Let me tell you what intrepid means,” the kid said, half crazy. “It—it—it—has—it has two meanings—kind of.”
“A scout is supposed to risk his life and get the Gold Cross,” Warde said. “That’s just what you told me.”
Gee whiz, before we realized it he was half way over to the shack.
“We’d better run,” the kid said.
“Stay where you are,” Westy told him.
I said, “That fellow has been reading crazy adventure stories, about kids capturing highwaymen and all that.”