"You bully, tip-top little scout," I said; "you—you little Silver Fox! You—you've saved all of us."
"And we can always stick together, hey?" he said.
"Sure,—oh, sure," I told him; "you bet!"
Gee whiz, all we needed was the idea. All the rest of the ideas came to us quick enough.
"There's oil in the movie lamp," Wig yelled.
"Break one of the windows," I said; "quick."
"What for?"
"Never mind what for. Get a piece of glass," I hollered. "Pick out two long sticks—hurry up."
It didn't take us long to decide just how we'd do.