He had not pictured them as travelling on their private islands surrounded by mammoth icing cakes five stories high, and towers of chocolate.

He had not fancied them sitting on ice cream freezers and tossing the emptied receptacles from them.
Pee-wee had told his friend of the morning that they would both vote for Keekie Joe and that Keekie Joe should be the patrol leader.

If this was the way an ordinary scout travelled, what would be the proper equipment of a patrol leader?
It staggered poor Keekie Joe just to think of this.

And a scoutmaster! "Didn't I tell you how it was with scouts ?" Pee-wee demanded.

"Now you see!" Keekie Joe rubbed his eyes to make sure he was awake and scrutinized Pee-wee shrewdly.