“Hurrah!” we all shouted.
“I tell you what let’s do,” Pee-wee said.
“Animal Cracker,” I said, “a boy scout is supposed to be polite. He’s not supposed to kill a brother scout. But if you make any suggestions or promise us any more eats you’re going to die a horrible death.”
“Was I to blame because it was made of wood?” he shouted at me.
“I’ve tasted tougher ducks than that,” Warde said.
“Let bygones be bygones,” Garry said. “Thank goodness we’ve got our fish back. It was a narrow escape.”
“I’d like to know——” the kid began.
“You don’t need to know, it’s all right,” I said.
“You’re so smart——” he started again.
“We’re so smart,” I told him, “that we——”