CHAPTER XXXIX—FLAMES
“What do you intend doing with that paper,” Rip asked Westy on their way to Lola’s the next day; “steal it?”
“Of course not! Does a scout steal?”
“No—not a real one!”
“Well, then, what made you ask me a thing like that?”
“Oh, I don’t know. On the level though, Wes, what have you up your sleeve?”
“My arm.”
“Yes, I know, but what else?”
“Little boys shouldn’t ask questions.”
“Aw, I won’t tell,” he pleaded.