I wish you could of seen that kid. There he was, at the top of the ladder, ready to climb over to the loft, when good night, he stumbled.
“Going down, Pee-wee?” asked the Maniac.
“No stops ’til we reach the ground floor!” said Warde.
And with a soft thud, Pee-wee landed on the bottom of the barn, hay and straw fairly sprouting from him. He was a picture no artist could paint.
“Ooohh,” was about the only answer we could get from him.
“Why, Walter, don’t you know how to eat straw and hay?” asked one of the Columbus scouts.
“Ooohh,” Pee-wee said once more. “Why don’t you fellows try it? It’s great. Only it’s not so very great when your mouth is full of it and you can’t talk.”
“All rightie,” said I. “We’ll try anything once, we’re brave, we can face the ‘Perils of Pauline’ without flinching or moving a muscle of our mouths.”
“We ought to leave that up to Pee-wee. He can handle that situation better than any of us,” said Warde.
“Thank goodness we’re not on a funny-bone hike now,” said Westy. “Falling down hay lofts won’t even count as adventures, will they, Hervey?”