“I was just going to talk that way,” thundered Pee-wee.
“Mr. Ellsworth saved us just in time,” said Roy. “Young Faithful was going to spurt again. He’s got Old Faithful Geyser tearing its hair with jealousy. Old Faithful spurts every hour, he spurts twice a minute.”
“Well,” laughed Mr. Ellsworth, “if this report strikes you all right, suppose you all put your names to it.”
“I’ll put mine first,” shouted Pee-wee.
It was not until after Westy Martin had signed his name that he had an opportunity of seeking out Warde and talking with him alone. How the hero escaped Pee-wee would be difficult to explain; probably that hero-maker was detained by a prolonged encounter with the refreshments. Warde, always modest, was glad enough to get away from the clamorous throng and walk part way home with Westy, whom he had not seen all summer.
CHAPTER XXII
WARDE AND WESTY
“I said it was the troop I was thinking about,” Warde observed, “but I guess it’s really that kid I’m thinking about as much as anything.”
“You mean Mrs. Corbett’s kid?” Westy asked.
“No, Pee-wee, Young Faithful. Huh, that’s a pretty good name for him, hey?”
“He’s all there,” Westy said.