“Any scout camp around here?” Harry asked them.
“This is the only scout outfit I know of,” one of them said; “we had a blowout.”
For about a half a minute we just stood there and none of us spoke. Then Harry said very calm like, to Pee-wee:
“Is this the blowout that you had in mind? Are you sure the man on horseback said liver?”
“He—he was going very fast,” our young hero blurted out.
“I see,” Harry said; “we are foiled again.”
“Good night!” I just blurted out, “the man must have called flivver! Pee-wee, you’re a scream.”
All of a sudden some one said, “That you, Blakeley?”
I said, “Why are you——”
“Don’t you remember Brent Gaylong?” he said.