"You--you--haven't got brains enough to find two--two--motorcycles--you
haven't--all you can do is stand around and eat things that other
people are trying to sell! You're a coward and a--a fo--ol--and you
owe us as much as--a--a dollar. You'd better button your coat up or
you'll--you'll be stealing your own watch--you--you coward!"
With this rebuke, which left Beriah gaping, Pee-Wee started home,
holding a hand to his cheek. He was trying hard not to cry, not from
pain, but from the indignity he had suffered. He had never known such a
thing in all his life before. He felt shamed, humiliated. His whole
sturdy little form trembled at the thought of such degradation at the
hands of a stranger. . . .
CHAPTER XXI
SCOUT HARRIS FIXES IT
Perhaps you will say that Pee-Wee was not a good scout to speak
with such impudent assurance to his elders. But you are to remember
what I told you about Pee-Wee, that everything about him was
tremendous except his size. He was not always the ideal scout in
little things. He was a true scout in the big things.
When he reached the shack he found Pepsy waiting for him and he
poured forth his grievance into her sympathetic ears.
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