"Gee, there are lots of things _I_ don"t know too," said Pee-wee generously. "But anyway I fixed it so a scout could stay at Temple Camp an extra week."
"Bully for you. A good turn?"
"You said it. I gave him a whole pail of berries I picked and he got sick and couldn"t go home."
"Some fixer."
"I"ve fixed lots of things."
"Maybe you can give us all berries the day before our temporary school opens," said Fido Norton.
"Don"t you worry," said Pee-wee rea.s.suringly; "maybe the men who are getting it ready will go on a strike; maybe there"ll be measles or whooping cough or something. I"ve had those."
"You"re not missing much, hey?"
"You said it. I"ve been lost in the woods too. Roy Blakeley says I get lost at C when I sing. He"s crazy, that feller is. He started the Silver Foxes. There"s a feller in that patrol can move his ears without touching them. I should worry as long as I can move my mouth. I"ll show you how to flop a fried egg in the pan only you have to look it doesn"t come down on your head. You can scramble eggs but you can"t unscramble them. Once one came down on my head. I took a bee-line hike, too."
"With a fried egg on your head?"
"No-o-o. I"ll show you how to make a thing to get olives out of the bottom of a bottle too; it"s better than a hatpin, but a hatpin is good to catch pollywogs with. There"s a Pollywog Patrol that comes to Temple Camp. Gee, I never knew that silver cup was in the car with me all the time."
"Well, we expect you to walk away with that," said Scoutmaster Ned. "You rode away with it once. So now we expect you to walk away with it."
"It"s won already," said Charlie Norris. "Nick"s the one."
"Gee whiz, I wish I had seen that signal," said Pee-wee, "but anyway I have to admit it was a stunt sending it. Gee, I guess you"ll get the cup all right."
It was characteristic of Pee-wee that his thoughts did not recur to his lonely adversary at Piper"s Crossroads. His thoughts were always of the moment and aroused by the present company. He was just as ready to shout for others as he was to shout for himself, and that is saying a great deal. It was immaterial to him who he shouted for so long as he could shout.
Nick Vernon was the nearest and likeliest, so he was all for Nick"s stunt. And he was not in the least curious about the things said by that lonely boy with wide eyes who had stopped the car. He was thinking of other things now.
CHAPTER x.x.xV
SCOUTMASTER NED DOESN"T SEE
But Scoutmaster Ned was curious and when they reached the little cottage he jumped out and, taking the can of gasoline he had brought, he bade the others go on their way, saying that he would follow when he got his car started.
"Well sir, you haven"t been sitting here all this time, I hope?" he said to Peter. "Nice brisk morning, hey? The kind of weather to give you an appet.i.te."
"Wouldn"t they wait for you?" Peter asked.
"I"m glad to get rid of them," said Scoutmaster Ned in a way of friendly confidence; "they make a noise like an earthquake; that little fellow"s the worst of the lot; he ought to have a m.u.f.fler."
"Is he a real scout?" Peter ventured.
"Oh, he"s two or three scouts. What d"you think of them? Crazy bunch, hey?"
"They"re all real scouts--are they?" Peter asked hesitatingly.
"They think they are. Now look here," he added, sitting down on the running board in a companionable way beside Peter, "I want you to tell me what made you say that road was closed. There was a light in the sky; you saw that? Big, tall light?"
"That--that fellow--named Nick--he made it."
"Yes, and what made you close the road? Somebody tell you the light meant something?"
"There isn"t anybody around here," said Peter, growing more at ease as everyone did with Scoutmaster Ned, "except Aunt Sarah Wickett and she"s crazy. There"s n.o.body in this house but my mother."
"How about Mr. Fee? No? Well then, who told you to close the road? Come now, you and I are pals and you have to tell me."
A scoutmaster, a real, live scoutmaster, a pal of _his?_ Why that was more wonderful than reading a signal. Peter"s hands rubbed together nervously and he hedged, as a scout should never do.
"I want that scout to get that cup, the one that sent the message.
Could--maybe could I see that cup--if it"s in this car?"
In the excitement of the night, Scoutmaster Ned had forgotten all about the stunt cup (as they had come to call it). He now brought it forth from under the rear seat and unwound the flannel rag that was around it and polished it a little as he held it up. It shone in the bright morning sunlight and Peter saw his face in it. That was strange, that Peter Piper of Piper"s Crossroads should see his own face looking at him from the radiant surface of a scout prize cup. He had never even seen such a good mirror before. He just gazed at it, and continued to gaze, as Scoutmaster Ned held it up. _Awarded for the_--it shone so, he could hardly make out the words--_for the best all scout stunt of the season._
"It cost a lot of money, didn"t it?"
"Oh, something less than a couple of thousand dollars. Look nice, standing on a scout"s table, huh?" Scoutmaster Ned gave it another little rub and contemplated it admiringly. "We had enough of a fuss getting it, that"s sure. See that Maltese Cross on it? That"s our bi-troop sign. We have two troops; always hang together. A troop"s one bunch in scouting. That kid thought the Maltese Cross meant that the cup was to drink malted milk out of. He"s a three-ring circus, that kid."
"It was a stunt to send that--to make that light, wasn"t it?" Peter asked.
"Well, I"ll say it was," said Scoutmaster Ned, giving the cup another admiring rub.
That settled it for Peter. He could not match his poor little exploit against such miraculous performances. The sight of those uniforms in the broad daylight had cowed him. The sight of Nick Vernon"s signalling badge had brought him to his sober senses, and he felt ashamed even of his dreams and his pretending. The brief glimpse he had had of Scout Harris in all his flaunting array, going forth to new conquests surrounded by infatuated disciples, these things settled it for poor Peter. He thought himself lucky not to have drawn attention and been made a fool by those heroes. Maybe they would not all have been as considerate as Scoutmaster Ned. The safest thing, as well as the thing nearest to his heart, was to stand for Nick Vernon. He could stand for him even if he was afraid of him. After all, a pioneer scout was not really and truly a scout....
"I don"t know why I put the rope up," he said nervously; "I just did.
There is a--a bad place in the road if you"re going fast--I"ll--I just as soon show it to you--if you don"t believe me. I thought maybe the light--but anyway I wasn"t sure--and I"ll show you that bad place. I guess he"ll _sure_ win the cup, won"t he; the scout that made the light?"
"Shouldn"t wonder," said Scoutmaster Ned, a little puzzled, but apparently satisfied. "Didn"t you say something about a signal? To that little codger? Or was he dreaming? Or am I dreaming?" He scrutinized Peter very curiously but seeing no sign of the scout about him, he dismissed the receiving end of this business with Peter"s rather awkward explanation, and let it go at that.
As for what Pee-wee had said, that did not worry Scoutmaster Ned.
Pee-wee"s dream and experiences seemed to be all mixed up together like the things in a hunter"s stew. Scoutmaster Ned went by the _signs_, which scouts do, and the signs were a funny ticking shirt and a pair of pantaloons like stove pipes. No hint of scouting there.
For you see the scout was _inside_ of Peter Piper of Piper"s Crossroads.
That was why he was for Nick Vernon. It was _inside_ him, and "disguised" (as Pee-wee would have said) as a checker-board shirt. And that was why Scoutmaster Ned couldn"t see it....
CHAPTER x.x.xVI
MORE HANDLING