I had a lot of adventures to-night, I was with thieves, and I'll tell you all--" "I know you were," said Peter, "and you needn't tell me about it because I can tell by looking at you.

Do you think you can make me think you own this car, and--and get roasted potatoes from me too, and run away when I show you where the spring is so you can prove it ?" "The man that owns this car is a friend of mine and he--he gave me a quarter--" "You're a thief and I don't care what you say," said Peter, his agitation rising with his anger, "and it's miles and miles to a village and there's nothing but woods--" "Scouts can eat moss, they can," Pee-wee interrupted.
"And you can't fool me," Peter continued.
"I'll go scout pace for you," Pee-wee said with a sudden inspiration-- "Yes, you'll go scout pacing away--" "_Will you let me speak_ ?" Pee-wee fairly screeched.
"No, I won't.

You're a robber and now you're caught and it serves you right because you didn't find out about the scouts and join them and have fun that way and then you wouldn't have to go to jail for stealing." W.Harris, mascot of the Raven Patrol, First Bridgeboro Troop, looked down with withering scorn upon this shabby advocate of scouting.

And Peter Piper returned the look fearfully, yet bravely.

After the tremendous thing he had done he was not going to be fooled by this hoodlum crook who seemed to have haphazard knowledge of those wonderful, far-off beings in natty khaki and shining things hanging from their belts.