“Even in Europe they heard of us,” Pee-wee shouted. “It’s been in the movies how we have pow-wows and war dances and things.”
“Do you have them every week?” the sharpy asked us.
“You mean the dances?” Brent said. “Sure, drop over some time.”
I said, “We have them every Friday and a week from Wednesday. We always wind up with an Indian dance named after the Indian motorcycle. We always have a St. Vitus’ dance to close the season.”
He just looked at us, I guess he didn’t know what to make of us. He looked kind of as if he was trying to make out if we really had dances over there. He said, “How do you get over there? Follow the trail around?”
“Sure,” Warde said. “Either way it takes you right there.”
He just stared at us vacant like and fixed his collar all nice with his left hand. “Any Janes?” he asked us.
“ANY JANES?” HE ASKED US.
“You said it,” Warde told him.