“You’re crazy,” shouted Pee-wee.
“We’re proud of it,” shouted Roy.
“Shut up, everybody,” shouted Doc Carson.
“How can I shut up when I wasn’t saying anything?” thundered Pee-wee.
“Shut up, anyway,” shouted Roy. “Three cheers for Westy Martin down off the farm. How are the pigs, Westy?”
“Pretty well, how are all your folks?” Westy was inspired to answer.
“No sooner said than stung,” said Roy. “If I said anything I’m sorry for I’m glad of it.”
“Suppose you say nothing at all,” laughed Mr. Ellsworth.
“The pleasure is mine,” said Roy, subsiding.
“Scouts,” said Mr. Ellsworth, having gained the floor at last. “This is a special meeting for a purpose which you all know about except Westy——”