“Don’t you pay any attention to them,” the kid shouted. “Just because they don’t keep their eyes open that doesn’t mean you can’t find a chance to save life and be a hero and get a hundred dollars. You stay with me and I bet you inside of a week you’ll see somebody that needs to get his life saved. On the lake, that’s where you want to stay. You stick with me and I’ll show you. Gee whiz, if you want to stay at Temple Camp and be kind of partners with us you can do it, that’s easy.” “Sure,” I said, “Scouts risk their lives every evening with matinees on Saturdays and holidays. Just say what kind of a life you’d like to save and the fixer will fix it for you. Did you ever hear the poetry Brent Gaylong made about him?” I said. I guess you fellows that are reading this story never heard it either. Everybody at Temple Camp knows it. His middle name is Hunter’s Stew, He mixes it. In mixing he can sure outdo, All other Scouts he ever knew, And when a thing goes all askew, He fixes it. Pee-wee shouted, “Do you bet I can’t show you how to save a life? Do you bet I can’t fix it so you can stay here--do you bet? Even I know some rattlesnakes, where they live----” “You can’t get the reward for saving a rattlesnake’s life,” I said. “Will you shut up!” he hollered at me. “I know where they live--a whole nest of them.” “Why did you never tell me this?” I asked him. “Because you’re a big fool and will you keep still while I’m talking, doing a good turn to help a brother Scout like it says you’ve got to do a lot you know about it making fun of the handbook--_will you shut up_!” “I can’t shut up twice at the same time, can I?” I said. “Will you _keep_ shut up till I get through talking to Dub?” he shouted. Oh boy, he was sure started. When he gets started he shouts right along without ever stopping and that’s why there aren’t any punctuation marks when he talks. “Will you not be a big fool for one minute!” he yelled at me. “Go ahead,” Dub said. “I’m with you.” “You stick with me and I’ll fix it for you----” “Now that we’ve found the bandits,” I said. “And old man Bagley’s will,” Sandy said. “I know where there are rattlesnakes,” the kid shouted, “and I know some tenderfoots that are going stalking to-morrow right near that tree and--and--you can--you know how to grab a rattlesnake, don’t you?” “Sure I do,” Dub said. “And if that doesn’t work----” “Then the rattlesnakes will stay all summer and Dub won’t. It’s the same only different,” I said. “You take the lake,” Pee-wee started up again. “Take it yourself, I don’t want it,” I said. “Will you listen to me?” he shouted at Dub. “Let’s have a large chunk of silence and a very little of that,” Sandy said. “Pee-wee has the floor.” “I think he has the blind staggers,” I said. “He’s so highly strung from everybody stringing him. Go on, turn on the loud speaker.” Pee-wee said, “All right, you can laugh----” “I’m not laughing,” Dub said.