"We won't leave a thing for the rest of the
cars that have to plow through this jungle. I suppose this is
what motorists will be up against for six months. What do you know
about that? This eats merchant ought to clear a couple of million.
I'll dicker with him for everything hot that he's got, I'm starving."
"Same here!" another shouted.
Frantically, like a soldier waving his country's emblem in the
last desperate moment of forlorn hope Scout Harris clambered over
the counter and grasped the jar containing two peppermint sticks.
"Peppermint sticks! Peppermint sticks!" he shouted at the
advancing column. "Get your peppermint sticks! They quench thirst
and--and--and satisfy your hunger! They're filling! They warm you up!
Peppermint is hot! Oh, get your peppermint sticks here!"
CHAPTER XXIX
INDUSTRIAL CONDITIONS
Pee-Wee emerged safely, if not triumphantly, from this ordeal amid
much laughter, and was just congratulating himself upon his skillful
handling of "the trade" in a period of acute shortage when he received
a knockout blow. In depositing the trifling price of the peppermint
sticks in his trousers pocket, he discovered there four gumdrops glued
together and clinging so affectionately that nothing could part them.
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