They're in luck." "Do you call that logic ?" Pee-wee demanded in the tones of an earthquake.

"If one thing is better than another thing how can that other thing be better than the other thing?
You're crazy!" "Goodness gracious, look who's here ?" said Hunt Manners, who was sorting out some fish-hooks.

"The whole Canned Salmon Patrol." Pee-wee stood outside the tent, breathing hard after his long tramp up the hill to the Blakeley place.
"Don't you know this is private land ?" Warde Hollister said, rather heedless of the possible effect of his remark.
"I didn't come in the tent, did I ?" Pee-wee retorted wistfully.
"Come ahead in, Kid," said Roy.

"Are you hungry?
Here's some fish-hooks." "No, I'm not hungry," Pee-wee said.

He had been so touched by Warde's thoughtless remark that he held himself aloof from Roy's hospitality.
"I only came up to tell you that the thunderstorm up the river did a lot of damage; a house was struck by lightning in North Bridgeboro and a lot of trees were blown down." This was not what he had come up for, though indeed the news was true, but his pride was touched by that remark of Warde's and he would not now admit that he had tramped up there just to visit them.
"Gee whiz, do you think I don't know that eight's a company, nine's a crowd with patrols ?" he said.