I guess it was about a half an hour later the kid woke up. He was so sleepy that he never thought about the time till after he had got washed and dressed, then he came staggering through the car wanting to know where we were. The rest of us were all sprawling in the seats and the passengers were smiling, because I guess they knew what was coming. Harry said, “Sit down here and have some breakfast, Kid. We thought we wouldn’t bother you to get up when we stopped in Cleveland. What time have you got?” Pee-wee hauled out his old boy scout turnip and said, “It’s half past nine.” Harry said, “Oh, not quite as bad as that; boy scouts don’t sleep till half past nine. It’s just—let’s see—it’s just about half past eight.” Then he showed his watch to Pee-wee, kind of careless like. By that time we were all crowding around waiting to see the fun and the passengers were all looking around and kind of smiling. Harry said, “Sit down and eat your breakfast, Kid, and don’t let that old piece of junk fool you. What time have you got, Roy?” I could hardly keep a straight face, but I said, “About half past eight.” “You see, it’s just as I told you, Kid,” Harry said. “As soon as you go to sleep those boy scout watches take advantage of you. I wouldn’t trust one of them any more than I’d trust a pickpocket. How about that, Brent?” “Oh, I’ve met some pretty honest pickpockets,” Brent said. “Of course, some of them are dishonest. But it’s the same as it is in every other business; some are honest and some are not. I’ve seen some good, honest, hard working pickpockets. What time is it, Tom Slade?” Gee whiz, I was afraid when Tom took out his watch, because he usually stands up for Pee-wee, and I was afraid he’d let him know. But he just looked at his watch, very sober, and said, “Pretty nearly twenty minutes of nine.” “You all make me sick!” Pee-wee yelled. “You think you’re smart, don’t you? You all got together and changed your watches.” “This is the same watch I always carried,” Brent said. “I mean you all changed the time,” Pee-wee shouted; “you think you can put one over on me, don’t you?” “That watch would be all right for a paperweight, Kid,” Rossie said, “or for an anchor when you go fishing.” “It’s all right to keep time, too,” the kid shouted. “It doesn’t _keep_ it, it lets it out,” Harry said; “did you have the cover closed? A whole hour has sneaked away on you.” “Maybe it leaks a little,” Brent said. “There may be a short circuit in the minute hand,” Harry said. “That watch is right!” the kid shouted. “That’s a boy scout watch and it’s guaranteed for a year.” “Well, it’s an hour ahead of the game,” Harry said. “You ask any one of these gentlemen the correct time.”