CHAPTER XXVI
WALTER HARRIS, SCOUT
All of a sudden, somebody was standing near me on the platform and clutching my arm. It was Pee-wee.
"Look out you don't fall, Kid," I told him.
"I didn't tell any of them," he whispered. "Listen, I've got an idea. I was—all the while I was trying to use my brains. But anyhow, I don't know just how we can do it, but you can find a way, so then really it'll be your idea. Shh—I want the fellows to think it's your idea; see? Shh! Why can't we use the movie apparatus, some way; why can't we? And flash it to them."
"You said it!" I fairly yelled.
"Shh—h," he whispered; "I always voted for you; listen, it's your idea, see? Because I don't know just how——"
Oh, boy, I just grabbed that kid around the neck, till I could feel his curly head right tight close to me.
"What should I 'shh' about?" I shouted. "You little brick! What are you whispering about? Pee-wee's hit it!" I just fairly shouted. "We're all right. Get in the car," I yelled at him, and I gave him a push. "Telling your patrol leader to shut up, are you?"
Then I called him back again, I just couldn't help it, and I grabbed him around the neck and I just held him that way.