First off, Pee-wee was kind of shocked. Then he looked at them very hard and he said, “None of you is Harold Lloyd.” “Isn’t it wonderful?” one of the men said. “Again he is right.” “And anyway Harold Lloyd isn’t so smart,” Pee-wee said. “Because anyway he doesn’t really do those things. Do you think I’d be scared of him if he was here? Even Douglas Fairbanks says Scouts are the smartest. But anyway I’d like to see you--how you do things.” The boy on the ground said, “Go on, talk some more.” “Sure thing, talk some more,” one of the men said. “We’re taking a rest this afternoon. We got all tired out this morning stopping a bear from jumping on one of our horses.” “Where’s the bear?” Pee-wee said. “He’s taking his afternoon nap,” the man said. “Talk low so you won’t wake him,” the boy said. “The horse has gone to a meeting of the Paramount directors.” “Yes and you dope bears, that’s the way you do it,” Pee-wee said. “But don’t tell anybody, will you?” the boy said. “Will you tell me your real no fooling name?” Pee-wee asked him. “I bet it isn’t Bunko Bravado.” “It’s Timothy Timid,” one of the young men said. “Only you mustn’t ever let it leak out. We had him swallow a spiral spring so he could make big leaps. Now he goes by leaps and bounds.” “Did he have to jump across this chasm anywhere?” Pee-wee asked them. “Down there where it’s narrow, I mean.” One of the men said to him, “You just wait for the sixteen reel picture to be released next fall, _The Daredevil of the Cumberland Hills_. Do you see that place up there? Where there’s a rock sticking out? He leaps with sublime abandon across that----” “Is she the heroine?” Pee-wee piped up. “_Good night!_” I said. “Excuse me while I faint.” Dub and Sandy both started laughing. And Bunk what’s-his-name started rolling on the ground, laughing too. _Sublime abandon._ Oh boy! “You think you’re so smart laughing,” Pee-wee said to the boy hero. “Just because you get a lot of money and have your picture in the papers and all that and you think you can jolly Boy Scouts that find kidnapped children I can prove it by a scoutmaster----” “Zip goes the fillum,” one of the young men said. “I bet if you really did jump across there in the picture it was only a rag dummy--I bet it only looked as if you did. Because anyway William S. Hart is so smart with pistols, a bandit took five hundred dollars away from him. And I know a Scout that doubled for a feller like you that has a crazy name and gets a lot of money because people are fools.”