"Hey, mister," called Roy. "We are Boy Scouts and fear naught, and we scorn your what-d'you-call it."
"What's that he's got on?" said Tom, "a merit badge?"
"It's a cop's badge," whispered Pee-wee. "Oh, crinkums, we're pinched."
The man approached, dripping and breathing heavily, and placed his hands on the combing.
"Anybody here 'sides you youngsters?" he demanded, at the same time peering inside the cabin.
"A few spiders," said Tom.
"Whatcher doin' here, anyway?"
"We're waiting for the storm to hold up," said Roy; "we beat it from that road when——"
"We sought refuge," Pee-wee prompted him.