“We’ll wait while you take a bite,” I said.
“I can eat and talk too!” the kid shouted. “Even he told another tenderfoot that the rule that says you have to hike one mile and back means that you have to come back backwards and that tenderfoot tried to do it and he slipped and hurt his kneecap—”
“That’s no place to wear a cap,” Dub said.
“Absolutely right,” I spoke up gallantly.
“He hurt himself in three places,” the kid yelled.
“He should keep out of such places,” Sandy said.
“Absolutely positively correct the first time,” I said. “A true Scout wouldn’t go to such places—I leave it to Dub.”
“What places are you talking about?” Pee-wee yelled.
“Any places,” I said. “What’s the difference? As for that tenderfoot or tender knee or whatever he was, his name was Piker, he was so mean that when the flag was raised he only gave two cheers. Anyway what’s that got to do with Indians? Whenever Pee-wee can’t answer an argument he takes a big bite of his apple—it’s a cinch.”
By that time it was dark and we were just getting ready to start a little camp-fire when all of a sudden the kid said, “Look!”