“So that’s the idea,” I said.
“No it isn’t the idea,” he screamed at me. “But I know a feller that’s going to be reckless, and I know where he’s going to do it, and when he’s going to do it, and I know how you can save him. Only if you’re going to follow Roy Blakeley around for the rest of the season I pity you.”
“Those are harsh words, Sprout Harris,” I said.
“You stick with me,” Pee-wee said to Dub, “and I’ll show you how. You just leave it to me. Always I do things when I say I will.”
“Even when he fails he succeeds,” I said.
Jiminies, it looked as if the kid had Dub started. He put his arm around Pee-wee’s shoulder and said, “All right, don’t get excited, kid, I’m going to stick to you. I have a nunch things are going to break right for us.”
“If I say I’ll fix it, I’ll fix it,” Pee-wee said.
“What’s the use laughing? Maybe he can,” Dub said. “Anyway I believe something’s going to happen, I just have a feeling.”
“Oh sure,” I said, “something always happens when Pee-wee is on the scene.”
The kid just hiked along, very mad, and very important looking. He didn’t say a word.