One of the young men kind of winked at young Bravado or whatever his name was, and he said, “Will you take that from a Boy Scout, Dan Daraway? Call his bluff! Show him what’s what in the movies. Don’t let him get away with it that you ever had anybody double for you. Why remember in the _Demon of the Deep_ how you dived to the bottom of the ocean? These Scouts are a bunch of false alarms. Give him a call, for the honor of our profession--the second biggest industry in the United States!” I didn’t know whether to laugh or not. Even Pee-wee was kind of flabbergasted. One of those young men said, “We’ve had enough knocks about the movies. Now the Boy Scouts are jumping down our throats. Well here’s a good chance to test it out between the Boy Bluffs of America and the second largest industry in the United States. What do you say, Reckless?” The boy wonder--gee he seemed to have all kinds of names--he got up slowly and brushed some grass off him and he said, “Come ahead, Boy Scout. Put up or shut up. I’ll give you one that will make your hair curl.” And there we stood gaping at him while he walked off kind of careless like across the chasm. “Well,” I said, “that’s that.” “He’s bluffing,” Sandy whispered to me. “He’s just jollying the kid,” Dub whispered. “There he goes,” one of the young men said. And the next thing we knew Pee-wee was running after him. “Looks like we’ll have a nice day for finishing to-morrow,” one of those young men said. “What time is Gloria Swanson going to be here?” another one asked. The other one said, “Why she’s coming with Milton Sills. I suppose they’ll drive up to the Center.” “They bringing the Indians with them?” one of the fellows asked. “That’s the way _I_ understand it,” another one said. CHAPTER XVIII WAITING “Jiminies,” I said to Dub, “I’d like to see those Indians if they’re real, wouldn’t you?” “Look,” he said. We all looked where the boy movie hero was going, with Pee-wee alongside him. The three young men just sat where they were, in a row--they didn’t seem so much interested. As long as they didn’t follow those two, we didn’t either. I guess maybe we were afraid they would think it wasn’t fair. Maybe we were so surprised that we didn’t, I don’t know. Anyway we just stood there watching. Dub sat down on a rock, then Sandy and I did, too. The three young men were talking to each other. Jiminies, I didn’t know what to make of it all. But anyway I wasn’t worrying because I knew Pee-wee could do anything that Daredevil Daraway Bravado of the Demon Deep, or whatever his name was, could do. “Don’t worry,” I said to Dub and Sandy. “They’re not going to do anything so very wonderful, he’s just kidding Pee-wee.”