“Oh, sure,” I told him; “he’s so strong he wasn’t even born on a weak day. Now will you keep still a minute? He’s going to push the car with the locomotive over to this field while the train is being——” “While it’s being milked,” another kid hollered. Honest, that crowd was so crazy that a crazy quilt would turn green with envy, I said. “Please listen and then everybody can talk at once. Your job is to inveigle——” “What do you mean, inveigle?” somebody hooted. “Keep still,” I said; “inveigle is Latin for luring; you know what that is, don’t you? Your job is to get that lunch wagon over to this field by fair means or rainy means or any old means——” “He doesn’t know _what_ he means,” somebody yelled. “And I’ll do the rest,” I told them. “Only you have to have the tracks clear by five o’clock this afternoon.” “How are you going to get the car past that old garage?” somebody wanted to know. “That’s another story,” I said. “You should worry about how we’re going to do that. We’ll find a way. Scouts are resourceful. There’s more than one way to kill a cat——” “Scouts are supposed to be kind to animals,” one fellow shouted. “I’m not talking about a real cat,” I said; “that’s just an expression. I’m talking about Mr. Slaus——” Good night! Just then while I was talking I happened to look over to Slausen’s and there was Mr. Slausen standing in the back doorway watching us and listening. Gee whiz, I guess he heard everything I said. Anyway, I should worry, because I didn’t say anything that I was ashamed of. But just the same he had an awful funny look on his face. CHAPTER IX—NAPOLEON AND WATERLOO Now as long as you couldn’t be there to have any of the eats there’s no use telling you about it. Because a scout is supposed to be kind. Anyway, I wouldn’t want you to buy this story just because refreshments go with it. Because actions speak louder than frankfurters and pie and things, but, anyway, Tony came across just as I said he would. And that was when the plot began to get thicker. We had running matches and jumping matches and sulphur matches and all kinds of games, and a lot of girls came and watched us, and Main Street was full of people watching us. But nobody went over to Tony’s. Sometimes scouts would kind of stroll over that way and look at the list of things pasted on the door and sort of jingle their money and then stroll back again. The field was all full of people just like at a carnival, and we put boards on grocery boxes for the girls to sit on and watch the big events. Pee-wee went over and told the girls about how he was a martyr like Nathan Hale because he couldn’t eat any frankfurters and things—I mean Pee-wee. And they said he was _noble_ and that they were all on our side.