I guess he slept with that whip under his pillow,
hey?
While we were passing along one of the streets, a half a dozen scouts
shouted to me and I gave them the scout salute.
Mr. Costello said, "Those intrepid young gentlemen will be proud of their
young comrade; the whole city will do you honor for your daring and
dauntless deed." I noticed that whenever he strung together a lot of words
they all began with the same letter. It sounded fine, too.
I said, "I know one thing, and that is I'd like to have a rich, red, rare,
racy, raspberry soda, just now."
"You will soon be able to regale your ravenous and rapacious capacity among
the freaks of two continents who will accord you a warm and wonderful
welcome," he said.
Gee, you couldn't beat him at it, that was one sure thing.
Illustration #2 "I gave them the scout salute."
CHAPTER XIX
JIB JAB, IS HE HUMAN?
Jiminy crinkums, I may be a nut (that's what the troop calls me anyway),
but I'm not a freak and, believe me, when I saw who I was going to have
dinner with that day--_good night!_
They all sat around a big mess board that stood on horses just like at
Temple Camp.
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