“She’s at the mercy of the wind and storm,” he said; “I guess we’ll have to take to the small boats. Do you see that light up the street, Pee-wee? Suppose you hike up there and see if there’s anybody about, and if there is, find out where we can get something to eat and a place to sleep. Tell them we’re wrecked on the treacherous rocks of Main Street.”
“I’ll find out,” Pee-wee said; “don’t you worry. I’ll fix it.”
He started along the street, going scout-pace, and we sat there in the machine for about ten minutes, waiting for him. Gee whiz, I think I was never so hungry in my life.
“I could eat a house,” Grove said.
“I could eat a whole row of apartments,” I told him.
“I could eat some bread and jam,” little Skinny piped up.
“Good for you, Alf,” Harry said; “if I met a piece of pie myself, I wouldn’t be afraid to face it. I guess Pee-wee’ll scare up some information for us.”
And believe me, he did! Pretty soon, back he came, panting all out of breath and trying to shout.
“Hurrah, hurrah!” he was calling.
“Did you find anything to eat?” Harry asked him.