“Take it yourself, I don’t want it,” I said.
“Will you listen to me?” he shouted at Dub.
“Let’s have a large chunk of silence and a very little of that,” Sandy said. “Pee-wee has the floor.”
“I think he has the blind staggers,” I said. “He’s so highly strung from everybody stringing him. Go on, turn on the loud speaker.”
Pee-wee said, “All right, you can laugh—”
“I’m not laughing,” Dub said.
“But anyway,” Pee-wee went on, “if you really want to stay at Temple Camp I’ll find out a way for you to save a life—”
“First you go to the saving bank,” Sandy said.
I said, “Absolutely correct the first time. Then you pick out a Scout that’s dying—”
“Do you deny I did a lot of things?” Pee-wee screeched at the top of his voice. “Didn’t I tell MacElton a branch was rotten on a willow tree that sticks out over the lake, didn’t I? And didn’t I tell him that tenderfoots were always up in that tree—didn’t I? And didn’t that branch break just like I said it would? He hung around that in a boat and he saved little Skinny Bonner from drowning and he got the Gold Medal. So now, you think you’re so fresh with all your crazy Silver Fox nonsensical nonsense! You ought to be named the Jackass Patrol, that’s what Councilor Stone said. If Dub sticks to me next week I’ll show him how he can win the Gold Medal by saving a life and get the Burnside hundred dollars too, because I know a way, already I know a way, and he can stay till the end of the season and even he’ll have some money left for sodas and cones and things.”