"Scratch 'em out," he said, "because even if it means something now, it might not mean anything six months from now." Jiminy, that fellow has some brains.

He said, "Never forget to take down a sign when it's no use anymore." Well, when I found I wasn't going to die a terrible death (that's what Pee-wee called it) I didn't have sense enough to take away that note that I stuck on the reeds.

When I stuck it there I reached up as high as I could, So even when the tide was high up there, I guess it didn't reach it.

I was so excited to find I could get away that I never thought anything about it.

And when I sailed into Little Valley in my Indian canoe, gee, I had forgotten all about it.
I found that the troop had done a good day's work caulking the hull up and slapping a couple of coats of copper paint on it, while the tide was out.