After a while he kind of sobered up and he said, "I wonder if the boy scouts would make good strike-breakers?" "Sure we would," Pee-wee shouted; "breaking things is our middle name." "He even breaks the rules," I said. "When there isn't anything to break, he _makes_ breaks," Westy said. Then Mr. Tarkin told us how the boy that delivered the papers was on a strike. He said it wasn't much of a sympathy strike, because nobody had any sympathy for him. He said that boy wanted a one-hour day and an hour and a half for lunch. I couldn't tell whether that man was jollying us or not. Anyway, the papers weren't delivered, that was one sure thing, and he told us that if we would deliver them for him, he'd boom our movie show, so that people would be standing up in that car. "Believe _me_," I told him; "they _usually_ stand up in the cars down our way." Then he told us that the boy that was on a strike could deliver all the papers himself because he had a flivver, but that he'd let all five of us do it because we had to walk and because we didn't know the streets in that town. I said, "You leave it to us." So then he gave us a list of all the people that had papers delivered at their houses and we made five routes. I took all the papers for Main Street and Westy took all the papers for three other streets and Connie and Wig took the rest, all except a few scattered around in different parts of town, and Pee-wee took those, because he makes a specialty of scout pace. I thought that maybe we'd have trouble about finding some places, but what did _we_ care? It was early. While we were planning all about how we'd do, Mr. Tarkin called me into the room where they did the printing and showed me a handbill he had made up. He said, "As long as you're a scout I guess you'd better write the copy for this yourself, and I'll have it set up and run off while you're getting ready to start out. Then you can slip one into every paper you deliver. How does that strike you?" "Oh, it'll be great!" I said. Then he said I mustn't write too much, because there wasn't much time to set it up. This is what I made up and I could have made a better one only I was in such a hurry. First I was going to take it out into the office and ask the fellows about it, but I decided I wouldn't because they were busy mapping out their routes. Anyway, I didn't want Pee-wee to know what I said about him. _ATTENTION!_ Big Movie Show in Boy Scout Traveling Theatre Opposite Store in Ridgeboro. TO-NIGHT. ADMISSION TEN CENTS. See the Boy Scouts in Their Native Haunts. Swimming, Tracking, Racing, Eating, Diving, Stalking, Snoring! See Scout Harris in His Stirring Soup-Stirring Feat! ONLY TEN CENTS! TO-NIGHT. CHAPTER IX