"You're the only original Boy
Scout; how did you get next to that stunt? What do you think of him,
Tom?"
"Some wrinkle," said Tom.
"Crinkums!" said Pee-wee. "I'm mighty glad I got him. If it hadn't
succeeded I'd have felt cheap, sure; but when you're dealing with a
girl, you always want to act as if you're sure of yourself. Do you know
why?"
"Can't imagine," said Roy. "Break it to us gently."
"Because girls are never sure of themselves and they'll never take much
stock in what you say unless you seem to be sure of yourself. That's one
thing I've noticed. I've made a study of girls, kind of---- And you're
more apt to succeed if there's a girl watching you--did you ever notice
that?"
Roy laughed.
"It's so," urged Pee-wee. "And there's another thing about girls, too;
they're repulsive."
"What?" said Tom.
"_What?_" said Roy.
"They say the first thing that comes into their heads."
"_Im_pulsive, you mean," laughed Roy.
"Well, they're all right on good turns," said Tom.
"They don't have any good turns in the Camp Fire Girls," said Pee-wee.
"A girl might do a good turn and you'd never know anything about it,"
said Tom, significantly.
"Cracky," said Pee-wee, "she was tickled to get that bird back."
In a little while they were tramping along the main street of Nyack,
heading for the lordly Hudson. It was almost twilight, the shops were
shutting their doors, and as they came around the hill which brought
them face to face with the river, the first crimson glow of sunset fell
upon the rippling current.
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