An empty square ice cream can, disinterred from its quiet grave of ice, lay upon the ground.

Another was in Pee-wee's lap and our hero was armed with a deadly spoon.
"I know who you are," he said, as he annihilated a cocoanut macaroon.
"You're the feller I saw this morning.

Didn't I tell you if you got to be a scout you'd have all you want to eat?
Now you see!" Keekie Joe did see but he was too astounded to speak.

He knew from experience that this strange race of scouts carried jaw-breakers in their pockets, and that they had a deadly aim.

But he had not supposed that they travelled in fairy barques which rivalled the windows of bakery shops in their sumptuous appointments.