“That’s nothing,” Hervey said. “I knew a snake that lived in the tropics where it was very hot and he came to New York on a visit, and he fell into a furnace and froze to death.”
“Do you expect me to believe that?” Pee-wee yelled.
“Sure,” Hervey said, “if I believe it you’ve got to believe it, because I’m your leader. From this time on we’re going to play the game right, if I’m going to be leader.”
“We have more fun doing things wrong,” I said.
“Sure,” he said, all the while kicking his hat; “the things may be wrong but we’re supposed to do them right.”
“Now I know you’re crazy,” Pee-wee said.
“Are you all willing to play the game right?” Hervey wanted to know.
“Anything you say,” I told him; “we’re prepared for the worst.”
“You needn’t think I’m going without supper and breakfast,” the kid said.
Hervey just lay there on his back putting his hat onto his foot and trying to kick it onto his head.