Boy Scouts of America -- Juvenile fiction; Camps -- Juvenile fiction; Relay racing -- Juvenile fiction
For almost the first time in the history of his loquacious career
Pee-wee Harris could not speak. Liz was looking at him with one bent up
cross eye and in its light Townsend Ripley, his unknown guest indeed,
saw that the eyes of his travelling companion were glistening.
“Can’t lose us, kid,” said Townsend.
But Pee-wee said nothing, and in the glare of that funny headlight all
askew Townsend could see that the eyes of his young friend glistened
more and more.
That is the funny part of it, that Pee-wee Harris did not speak.
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