And there we stood gaping at him while he walked off kind of careless like across the chasm.
“Well,” I said, “that’s that.”
“He’s bluffing,” Sandy whispered to me.
“He’s just jollying the kid,” Dub whispered.
“There he goes,” one of the young men said.
And the next thing we knew Pee-wee was running after him.
“Looks like we’ll have a nice day for finishing to-morrow,” one of those young men said.
“What time is Gloria Swanson going to be here?” another one asked.
The other one said, “Why she’s coming with Milton Sills. I suppose they’ll drive up to the Center.”
“They bringing the Indians with them?” one of the fellows asked.