"Scouts don't ask for help, do they?" Pee-wee yelled at the top of his voice.
I said, "No, but believe me, scouts like to eat. I know one scout that does, anyway. What are we going to eat between now and next Monday or Tuesday or Wednesday?"
"We'll find a way," Pee-wee shouted. "Maybe they'll pick us up to-night, you can't tell. Anyway, I'm not going to be a quitter. Whenever I have to do anything I can always find a way. We can have a movie show, can't we? We can charge ten cents. We can have it to-night. You needn't sign my name to any telegrams."
"How can we have a movie show when there isn't any town here?" Westy wanted to know.
"We'll find the town," Pee-wee shouted; "it must be somewhere."
Connie said, "Oh, it's probably somewhere."
"Sure it is," Pee-wee hollered; "and I've got that Temple Camp film in the machine. Remember about those scouts that were lost for a week in the Maine woods? We're not as bad off as they were, are we?"
"Sure we're not," I said; "this is only the main line. Maybe it's only a branch line."
"Do you mean to tell me that scouts can't get along when they're lost on a branch line?" he wanted to know. "Scouts can do anything, can't they? If I have to do something, I just do it. If I can't do it, I do it anyway. I can find a way, all right."
"Bully for you! Hurrah for P. Harris!" we began shouting.