“They don’t need to say so, we admit it,” I told him. “Go ahead with your story. What do you want us to do? Light a camp-fire so you can unravel your yarn?”
“That fellow can be circum—circumnavigated yet,” Pee-wee said, very dark and mysterious.
“Circumvented you mean,” Westy said.
“You know what I mean,” the kid shouted.
“Go ahead,” I told him; “the plot grows thicker.”
“Give us a couple of peanuts,” Dorry said.
The kid turned his aluminum coffee-pot upside down and, good morning, sister Anne, it was full of peanuts!
“Let’s see what’s in the saucepan,” I said.