“It was an old Pierce-Arrow,” I said. “Pee-wee is so dumb he thinks an especially fine ford across a stream is called a Lincoln--take your time and answer, pronouncing each word distinctly.” “Do you know what he said?” Pee-wee screamed at Dub and Sandy. “He has to be so smart with new fellers at camp he told Harold Titus that a tomahawk is a male bird and Harold Titus wrote it down in his scout record book. I’m warning you to be careful because you’re new fellers and the first thing you know he’ll make fools of you like when he told even a little lame tenderfoot that Robin Hood is a bird’s hat, you can ask Westy Martin in his own patrol and even worse he told another little feller----” “We’ll wait while you take a bite,” I said. “I can eat and talk too!” the kid shouted. “Even he told another tenderfoot that the rule that says you have to hike one mile and back means that you have to come back backwards and that tenderfoot tried to do it and he slipped and hurt his kneecap----” “That’s no place to wear a cap,” Dub said. “Absolutely right,” I spoke up gallantly. “He hurt himself in three places,” the kid yelled. “He should keep out of such places,” Sandy said. “Absolutely positively correct the first time,” I said. “A true Scout wouldn’t go to such places--I leave it to Dub.” “What places are you talking about?” Pee-wee yelled. “Any places,” I said. “What’s the difference? As for that tenderfoot or tender knee or whatever he was, his name was Piker, he was so mean that when the flag was raised he only gave two cheers. Anyway what’s that got to do with Indians? Whenever Pee-wee can’t answer an argument he takes a big bite of his apple--it’s a cinch.” By that time it was dark and we were just getting ready to start a little camp-fire when all of a sudden the kid said, “Look!” “Is it Indians?” I asked him. “Shh--look!” he said. “There’s a light way down in the other end of the chasm.” We all looked, and jiminy crinkums if he wasn’t right. Away far down at the other end we could see a little light shining. I guess maybe that was a half a mile away. “That’s blamed funny,” I said. “I wonder what that is.” “It’s human beings,” Pee-wee said in a kind of a scared whisper. “I never heard of anybody camping in here,” I said. Dub and Sandy just looked. We were all good and surprised. It was just a teeny little light, away off, but it had us guessing. Sandy said, “I don’t just like to turn in for the night without knowing who that is.” “You’re right,” I said. “What’s the difference?” Dub said. “The difference is I’m going to find out who it is,” Pee-wee said. “I’m going to sneak up and find out. Do you think I’m going to sleep in this chasm with bandits, maybe? Maybe it’s those same bandits that robbed the post office in Warnerville the other night.” I said, “It’s too bad you threw away the core of your apple, you might need it to throw at them.”