The boy on the ground said, “Go on, talk some more.”
“Sure thing, talk some more,” one of the men said. “We’re taking a rest this afternoon. We got all tired out this morning stopping a bear from jumping on one of our horses.”
“Where’s the bear?” Pee-wee said.
“He’s taking his afternoon nap,” the man said.
“Talk low so you won’t wake him,” the boy said. “The horse has gone to a meeting of the Paramount directors.”
“Yes and you dope bears, that’s the way you do it,” Pee-wee said.
“But don’t tell anybody, will you?” the boy said.
“Will you tell me your real no fooling name?” Pee-wee asked him. “I bet it isn’t Bunko Bravado.”
“It’s Timothy Timid,” one of the young men said. “Only you mustn’t ever let it leak out. We had him swallow a spiral spring so he could make big leaps. Now he goes by leaps and bounds.”
“Did he have to jump across this chasm anywhere?” Pee-wee asked them. “Down there where it’s narrow, I mean.”