I said, “Did anybody ask you any questions?”
“Sure,” he said; “a man asked me if I liked gumdrops. He gave me a bag of them. Want one?”
“Well,” I said, “the best thing for us to do is to get out of this place as quick as we can. When we once strike open country, we’ll be all right and when we meet the rest of the crowd we can scrape up some civilized duds.”
“I wonder how I’d look in Brother Abbington’s plug hat just now,” Brent said.
“You should worry,” I told him; “you look bad enough already.”
“Speaking of plug hats,” he said, “don’t forget we have to get a couple of plugs for the motor. What place is this, anyway?”
“It’s the place we were looking for,” Pee-wee said; “it’s Barrow’s Homestead. There aren’t any scouts here, but I told the people all about them. They’re going to start a troop.”
I said, “Well, it’s time to start this troop if we don’t want to get into trouble. This is a pretty risky business.”
XXI—GETTING STARTED
As soon as I heard that Pee-wee had been in the Post Office talking, I decided that we had better get away from that place just as soon as we possibly could, if not sooner. Even Brent said he guessed the best way to escape was inside the van; he said it was more comfortable and convenient. He said the good old times when people used to escape from towers and be pursued by ferocious bloodhounds weren’t any more except in the movies. He said he was discouraged.