That shows you're a kind of a scout and you don't know it." Keekie Joe did not look much like a scout, as he shuffled across the street; he did not even look like the rawest of raw scout material.

But statues are carved out of hard rock.

And Keekie Joe was a very hard rock indeed.
Pee-wee vaulted up onto the ramshackle fence, placed one of those granite bricks known as a licorice jaw-breaker in his mouth, and prepared for his indefinite vigil.

He was not thinking of the "constituted authorities," he was not thinking of the crap-shooters either; his back was turned to them and his all seeing eye was fixed on the distant street corner.

He was thinking of Keekie Joe and of how Keekie Joe had tried to obey one of the good scout laws by being faithful to a trust.