“Just the same,” I told him, “I’m always getting letters from Scouts who want to join my hikes. I have to refuse them because they’re not crazy enough. One fellow that lives in Nutley, New Jersey, said he could prove he was a nut. Even I wouldn’t let that fellow in.” “What’s the inspiration?” Dub wanted to know. I said, “Oh yes, listen. What’s the name of that movie hero up the chasm? Don’t you know, the man in the candy store told us?” “Bunko Bravado,” Sandy said. “We’ll go and see him,” I told them, “and we’ll dare him to do something dangerous. And if he does, Pee-wee will save his life. There you are. What could be nicer? Nothing whatever, said our young hero preparing to jump from the cliff.” So in the afternoon when we were all good and rested, we took a hike to the other end of the chasm to see the movie people. Sandy said if they were using rag dummies we might throw one down from the top of the chasm and have Dub jump down after it and we’d take a picture of him and he’d get the Gold Medal and the Burnside award. “Is that the way you talk to new fellers at camp?” the kid shouted. “Telling them to be crooked--gee whiz!” “Didn’t you say that movie actors were crooked?” I said. “Did you say they don’t really do things? Didn’t you say they were not regular heroes?” “I didn’t say they were crooked,” Pee-wee said, all excited. “I said they’re not real heroes like Scouts, because they double and they use dummies and it’s just kind of acting, the things they do. Do you think they really walk up buildings and drop from telegraph wires and all that?” “You’d better look out how you talk to them,” Dub said. “Do you think I’m afraid of them?” the kid asked him. “Gee whiz, they’re only just actors. When they have to do things where you have to have prowesses and things like that--and reckless daring----” “Goodness me,” I said. “I bet there isn’t one of them can dive like Hervey Willetts does,” Pee-wee said. “They just do things that kind of make it _look_ as if they’re brave. Scouts are real heroes because they no fooling take their lives in their hands----” “Like spaghetti,” Sandy said. “Geeeeeee whiz,” the kid went on, “didn’t I see Freddie Fearless in the _Leap of Love_ and he gave a good big jump into the ocean where it was all rocks and a lady next to me nearly fainted and people were giving sighs and everything but I didn’t because I had a wild cherry jaw-breaker in my mouth----” “That shows how really wild he is,” I said. “_Will you shut up!_” he yelled at me. “He wouldn’t eat tame cherries----” “I wouldn’t eat tame cherries--I mean--will you _shut up_!” the kid just screeched. “He eats wild animal crackers,” I said. “Yes, yes, go on with your story.”