I said, “Young Harris, you’re speaking to the leader of the Silver Foxes, modify your tones.”
“I haven’t got any tones,” he yelled, “and—”
“Well, that’s your lookout,” I said. “Are we going to talk about the hike or are we going to discuss it—which? My idea is to start to-morrow just before breakfast—”
“You mean just after breakfast,” Pee-wee said.
Dub said, “No, Roy is right as he usually isn’t That’s a good idea, we’ll start before breakfast.”
“Then you can count me out,” Pee-wee said “and you can’t use my windmeter and you won’t know where you’re going.”
“We don’t want to know where we’re going,” Egg Sandwich said. “The less knowledge we carry with us, the better. Scouts are supposed not to carry a lot of stuff when they go hiking.”
“Right the first time,” I told him. “Ideas are stuff, just the same as any other stuff. Deny it if you dare.”
“Will you answer me a civilized question?” the kid asked me.
“If it’s not too civilized,” I said. “What is it?”