“A lot of fun we’ll have here,” somebody else started grumbling. Pee-wee said, “Just the same, I bet we’ll have some more adventures. I saw a yellow dog running east last night, and that’s a sign we’ll have more adventures. The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide; that’s what it says in my copy book.” I said, “You’ve got the right idea, Kid. A car may be down, but it’s never out.” “Well, _I’m_ going out,” Hunt Manners said. “I’m going home.” “So am I,” Charlie Seabury said, very grumpy like. “Go ahead,” I told them. “We should worry. Pee-wee and the inventor and I are going to stay here.” “I’m going to stay, too,” Westy said. “I’m going home to get supper and go to the movies,” Dorry said, with a black look on his face. “Give my regards to Charlie Chaplin,” I said. Hunt Manners said, very cross, “Come on, fellows. Let’s go up to Bennett’s and get some sodas. Want to go, Pee-wee?” I looked at the kid. Gee whiz, that was the hardest moment in his life. He stood between love and duty; I mean between love and more love. “Go ahead,” he said. “I saw a yellow dog going east last night, and that means we’re going to have more adventures. Anyway, I can go with you and get a soda and then come back.” Jiminies, I had to laugh. “I’m through with this old shack; come on,” Tom Warner said. “The pleasure is mine,” I told him. “So long.” “We’re going to have adventures, ain’t we?” the inventor piped up. “I don’t know,” I said, “but we’re going to have a game of checkers anyway.” “I’m with you,” Will Dawson said. I said, “All right, there are five of us and we’ll challenge the world.” “That’s us,” Westy said. “That’s me, too,” the inventor shouted. “I hope we get in a lot of danger, hey?” “Don’t lose your lives playing checkers,” Hunt Manners said. “Don’t risk your young lives up at the Lyric Theatre,” I told him. “Be careful when you’re crossing Main Street.” “Don’t let the mosquitoes eat you up,” Charlie Seabury said. “Thanks,” I told him. “Look out you don’t get run over by a baby carriage.” “We’re going to start for Temple Camp in the morning,” Dorry said, very grouchy. “Just tell them that you saw us,” I said. “Tell them we wouldn’t desert the old car in the marsh,” Westy shouted after them. “I’m through with it,” another one of them said. “We’re going to stick to our wounded comrade in No Man’s Land. Hey?” Pee-wee said. Gee, that was a good name for Cat-tail Marsh. So that’s the way it was. Will Dawson, Westy, Pee-wee, the inventor and I stayed down in the car, only Pee-wee went up with the others because he was going to tell our mothers and get some eats and things. We told him to get games and hooks, too. As long as there wasn’t anything better to do, and it was raining and blowing, we thought we might as well camp in the old car that night. We knew there wouldn’t be much doing, but, gee whiz, I’m tired of the movies.