At the moment of this discovery, Scout Harris, thus driven into a
corner and standing at bay with nothing but one huge, consolidated
gumdrop for defense, heard the unmistakable sound of another car
crawling over the rocks and hubbles of that outlandish road in second
gear. On, on, on, it came like some horrible British tank.
And now again he heard voices, "We can eat about twenty of them in
my patrol y--mm. Are we hungry? Oh, no! Hot frankfurters! Oh, boy, lead
me to them. I could even eat the sign, I'm so hungry. Put her in high.
What do we care about the road?"
Pee-Wee listened and waited in terrible suspense. Scouts! He knew
something about the scout capacity. Then, upon the fresh morning air
there floated another voice calling a sentence which he knew too well
it was the good scout motto. "Hey there, you, whoever you are, Mr.
Refreshment Man? Be Prepared! We're s--c--o--u--t--s we are and we're
h--u--n--g--r--e--e! We haven't had anything since breakfast at
four-thirty. We had to come around through this rocky tour or detour or
whatever you call it. Somebody ate the bridge last night. Are there any
scouts down in this South African backyard?"
If Pee-Wee had not heard that familiar motto "Be Prepared," he
would have known the approaching caravan to be scouts by their talk
and banter.
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