“I don’t believe we’ll find any stores open yet,” Dub said.
“I can eat seven even without being coaxed,” Pee-wee said.
“You have to coax him to stop,” I told Sandy.
I had to laugh, we started out to hunt for a lost will, then we got started after a reward for finding some bandits, and there we were in Bagley Center on the trail of ice cream cones.
I said to them, “This is just the kind of a hike I like, it’s full of adventures that we don’t have—it’s safe and insane.”
The kid said, “That’s a good name for it. Why don’t you call it Roy Blakeley’s Safe and Insane Hike?”
“Wait till it’s finished,” I said. “Now if we could only save somebody’s life and then find that it wasn’t anybody after all.”
“Every hike you have you get crazier,” Pee-wee said.
“Life, liberty and the pursuit of snappiness,” I told him. “The most interesting things you do are the things you don’t do, I’ll leave it to Sandy. You take adventures; you don’t know what to do with them after you get them. If you could keep them it would be all right. I should worry about having adventures. I’m out for fun, that’s what I’m out for. Now you take young Scout Harris. It’s different with him.”
“I’ve got some sense,” Pee-wee said. “Do you mean to tell me that place didn’t look like a robber’s den?”