"I woudn' join 'em, because they're a lot of sissies," he said, "but yer needn' be ascared ter come down here because I woudn' leave no guy hurt yer; I woudn' leave 'em guy yer because yer a Boy Scout.

If any of 'em starts guyen yer he'll get an upper cut, see ?" Pee-wee went on his way thoroughly disappointed and disheartened.

His thought was not that he had made a friend, but that he had lost a possible recruit.

He had cherished no thought of reforming the wicked and uplifting the lowly in his effort to enlist this outlandish denizen of the slums.

He was not the goody-goody little scout propagandist that we sometimes read about.