"This must be the back entrance," he said.
"Where are we supposed to park ?" This tall boy, who turned out to be a sort of patrol leader and scoutmaster in one, had a kind of whimsical look of inquiry on his face which was his permanent expression, and which was made the more humorous by red hair which he wore decidedly pompadour.

There was that in his look which indicated his taking everything as he found it, his attitude being always quietly humorous and never surprised.
His demeanor, in whatever adventure befell, seemed always that of an amiable victim placing himself at the mercy of his enterprising comrades and going through every kind of outlandish escapade and adventure with a ludicrously sober look on his funny face.

To him everything that happened seemed part of the game of life and he appeared never in the least astonished at anything.
To see him soberly going through with some adventure which the sprightly genius of his associates had conceived was as good as a circus.

Naturally such a fellow was called "old" and they called him Old Rip and Good Old Rip and Doctor Rip and Professor Rip.

His name was Townsend Ripley.
Townsend began at the very beginning to take the irrepressible ex-Raven very soberly indeed, and the more preposterous Pee-wee's schemes the more in favor of them Townsend seemed to be.