eat a whole row of apartments,” I told him.

“I could eat some bread and jam,” little Skinny piped up.

“Good for you, Alf,” Harry said; “if I met a piece of pie myself, I wouldn’t be afraid to face it. I guess Pee-wee’ll scare up some information for us.”

And believe me, he did! Pretty soon, back he came, panting all out of breath and trying to shout.

me

“Hurrah, hurrah!” he was calling.

Hurrah, hurrah

“Did you find anything to eat?” Harry asked him.

“Better than that! Better than that!” he shouted, coming up to the car. “A scout is—is—a scout is a brother to every other scout. If he has food—and—he has to—he has to share it. There’s a party of scouts up the woods road—they’re having a big blowout—they’ve got liver—a man on horse—a man on horseback told me—I called to him—come on, let’s find the woods road!”

Better than that! Better than that!

“They’ve got what?” Harry asked him.

“Liver!” Pee-wee panted. “Don’t you know what liver is? It—it—it always goes with bacon. Don’t you know scouts always have liver and bacon when they’re—they’re camping?”

Liver!

“Sounds good to me,” Harry said; “where is this sumptous liver and bacon blowout being held?”

me

“I told you,” Pee-wee panted; “up the woods road.”

“Mmm, mmm!” I said, “I’d just love to meet a slice of fried liver in the woods to-night.”

Mmm, mmm!

Harry said, “Well, I guess we’ll have to make a raid on our scout friends, that’s all.”

“We’ll track them to their camp,” Pee-wee said; “I’ll show you how.”

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