“Haven’t you got anything else the matter with you?” Pee-wee asked imploringly. “Even if you’re alive, you ought to have something the matter with you—— Gee!”
The freckled scout began to laugh and then came his surprise, for he broke off as Garry came ashore, and grasped him by the hand.
“Hello, Everson,” said he. “Don’t you know me?”
“For the love of tripe!” said Garry. “You don’t live in Warrentown, do you? Down near Edgevale?”
“Sure, when I’m alive,” laughed the freckled scout. “But these fellows seem to think I ought to be dead. What’s the idea, anyway?”
“Well, what are you doing alive, I’d like to know,” said Garry. “Fellows, this is—Everett, I think your name is, isn’t it?”
“Warren Everett,” said the boy.
“I thought I recognized you,” said Garry. “I didn’t get a good enough squint at you down the lake yesterday—if that was you.”
“Sure it was me—I saw you fellows out there in the boats. I see I’ve got you all guessing.”
“Where’s the other fellow?”