"Gang?"
"The Red Skulls."
"What the heck are you talking about?"
"Some of the fellows got together and built a hut for a club-house over on the garbage dump. We call ourselves the Red Skulls. I was made leader. I'm called the Skull Cap."
"Why haven't I heard about this?"
"You never asked, Dad. I tried to tell you one night, but you were hurrying to get to that road-house on the turnpike. You said you had a big lead on juvenile delinquency."
"Well, you certainly didn't try very hard," I said angrily. "What was this gang's purpose?"
"Oh, different things. One of the fellows has a .22 and we hunt rats. Then—"
"Go on."
"That's all."