“So? I thought maybe he was a battleship from his name. And what does Dan do to pass the time?”
“This one I’m reading now,” said Connover, “is the Eureka Patrol in the Fiji Islands; Dan stabs two natives.”
“Get out! Does he really?”
“And the captain of the squad—”
“What squad?”
“Of Boy Scouts-the captain is taken prisoner by the cannibals—”
“You don’t say! How many of these books are there, Connie?”
“Twenty-seven—all one series.”
“Well, Dan’s some boy, isn’t he? How would you like to be a scout, Connie?”
“My mother wouldn’t let me have a musket.”