“Look out you don’t scare him away,” Warde said; “even if he’s caught there he might break loose. Go easy and stalk him.”
“You leave it to me,” the kid said. “You go back and have everything ready. Maybe you think just because Roy and Hervey can lead us in a lot of crazy stunts that they’re the only scouts here. But you have to thank me for roast duck, so you see?”
“You’re so smart you can even find a sign post——”
“Shh-h!” he said, starting off.
“If there’s any cranberry sauce down there bring it along, too,” I said.
He waved his hand behind him for us to keep still, and went tiptoeing back across the bridge. We went back to the place where we were going to make our fire. We could see him take off his khaki shirt (so he wouldn’t get it wet, I suppose) and hang it over the railing of the bridge. Pretty soon we could see him down below, across the creek, crawling over that fallen tree.
Warde said, “This will be a big feather in Pee-wee’s cap.”
“It will be a big helping on my plate you mean,” I said.
“What do you mean, plate?” Bert wanted to know.
“Look! What do you know about that? The little codger’s got him!” Garry shouted.