CHAPTER XIX.
PAGE TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FOUR If Pee-wee had stolen a glimpse from the buffalo robe at about the time that he was writing under difficulties his momentous message to the world, he might have noticed a little old-fashioned house nestling among the trees along the roadside.
At that time the house was dark save for a lamp-light in a little window up under the eaves.

Little the speeding hero knew that up in that tiny room there sat a boy engrossed with the only scout companion that he knew, and that was the scout handbook.

It had come to him by mail a few days before.
This boy lived with his widowed mother, Mrs.Mehetable Piper.

His name was Peter, but whether he was descended from the renowned Peter Piper who picked a peck of pickled peppers, the present chronicler does not know.

At the time in question he was eating the handbook alive.