“Where is it then?” Pee-wee yelled.
Brent said, “The point is, our young hero thought that the youth in question won the Eagle award by reading the Brooklyn Daily Eagle—and that isn’t all.”
“I never knew that,” Warde said.
“It was common talk in camp,” Brent said. “But the worst is yet to come.”
“You’d better hurry up,” I said.
“There isn’t another cone left,” Stella sang out.
Brent said, “But all joking aside——”
“Which side?” Hervey asked him.
“To the left,” I said.
“The left side, of course,” Brent said. “All joking to the left——”