But
remember about the heartless desert with its burning sands just above
Newburgh. Now go chase yourself and round them up. I guess you know how to
do it."
So I got all the Silver Foxes into our patrol cabin and gave them a spooch.
I guess I might as well tell you who they all are. First there's me-I mean
I. Correct, be seated. You learn that in the primary grade. I'm patrol
leader and it's _some_ job. Then comes Westy Martin; he's my special chum.
My sister says he has dandy hair. Then comes Dorry Benton-he's got a wart
on his wrist. Then comes Huntley Manners-Badleigh, that's his middle name.
Sometimes we call him Bad Manners. Then comes Charlie Seabury and then
comes Will Dawson and then come Tom Warner and Ralph Warner-they're twins.
They're both better looking than each other-that's what Pee-wee Harris
said. He's a scream-he's in the raving Raven patrol. Thank goodness he
isn't in this story-not much anyway. Ralph says Tom is crazy and Tom says
Ralph is crazy and Will Dawson says they're both right. I guess we're all
crazy. Anyway, Ralph and Tom came from Maine, so they're both maniacs, hey?
This is the speech I spooched:
Fellow Foxes:
Shut up and give me a chance to talk.
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