“Are you—are you sure he’s mad at the scouts?” Pee-wee wanted to know.
“Tell us the worst,” Harry said.
THE BLOODHOUND BEGAN SNIFFING THE FOOTPRINT.
CHAPTER IX—MILITARY PLANS
The man put one foot up on the step of the van and said, “Wall, yer see he owns the Fair Grounds. Thar was a crew uv these here scout kids camping over in the grove to one side of it, and not doin’ no manner of harm, I reckon.”
“That’s one good thing about us, we never do any harm,” Pee-wee piped up.
“Wherever they camp the violets spring up,” Rossie said.
“Sure, and dandelions and four-leaf clovers, too,” the kid shouted.
The man said, “Wall, naow, them kids wasn’ doin’ no manner uv harm, just cookin’ and eatin’——”