"If they don't know they can't come, can they?" Pee-wee said.
Mr. Tarkin just sat back and laughed and laughed and laughed. Jiminies, you wouldn't think he had labor troubles, the way he laughed. Then he began asking us a lot of questions about the scouts and he asked us if most of them were like Pee-wee. He said they didn't have any scouts in Skiddyunk.
After a while he kind of sobered up and he said, "I wonder if the boy scouts would make good strike-breakers?"
"Sure we would," Pee-wee shouted; "breaking things is our middle name."
"He even breaks the rules," I said.
"When there isn't anything to break, he makes breaks," Westy said.
Then Mr. Tarkin told us how the boy that delivered the papers was on a strike. He said it wasn't much of a sympathy strike, because nobody had any sympathy for him. He said that boy wanted a one-hour day and an hour and a half for lunch. I couldn't tell whether that man was jollying us or not. Anyway, the papers weren't delivered, that was one sure thing, and he told us that if we would deliver them for him, he'd boom our movie show, so that people would be standing up in that car.
"Believe me," I told him; "they usually stand up in the cars down our way."
Then he told us that the boy that was on a strike could deliver all the papers himself because he had a flivver, but that he'd let all five of us do it because we had to walk and because we didn't know the streets in that town.
I said, "You leave it to us."