"A mile isn't fast, you crazy Indian!" Pee-wee screamed at him. "That shows——"
"All right, how slow is it then?" Connie asked him. "Suppose I have my picture taken."
"Well, what?" the kid blurted out.
"Nothing," Connie said.
"You said, suppose you had your picture taken," Pee-wee screamed.
"All right, suppose I did; what of it?" Connie laughed.
"He's got a right to have his picture taken, hasn't he?" I said. "You can take mine if you'll bring it back."
"You're all crazy," Pee-wee shouted; "you don't know a riddle when you see one. Do you call those riddles? A riddle is something where you ask a question and the answer, kind of, means something else."
