All of a sudden Pee-wee exploded. He sounded like a munition factory going up. "You think you're smart, all of you, don't you!" he hollered.
"A scout is smart," Westy said.
"A scout can do anything," I said.
"He is resourceful—it's in the handbook," Wig said, very sober like.
"It's in the handbook—it's in the handbook—it's in the handbook," Pee-wee fairly yelled, "that a scout has to be——"
"Helpful," I said; "he has to be helpful to women."
"You make me sick!" he fairly shrieked.
"You'll be the one to make us sick," Westy put in.
"Do you think I'm going to do that?" he fairly screamed; "do you think—do you think—do you think——"