"Shhh," Pee-wee said, "maybe he isn't dyed so very deep--there's
different shades of dyes."

"Maybe he's only dyed a light gray or a pale blue," I said.

Then Mr. Donnelle got out a big fat red book that said on it "Who's
Who in America" and, jiminy, I'm glad I never had to study it, because
it had about a million pages. I hate biography anyway--biography and
arithmetic. Then he turned to a certain page.

"Now, gentlemen," he said, "if you will just read this I will then
consent to go with you," and he smiled all over his face.

The four men leaned over and began reading, but Pee-wee and I didn't
because they didn't ask us and Boy Scouts don't butt in.

"I bet it tells all about German spies and everything, and now he's
going to make a full confession," Pee-wee said; "maybe our names will
be in the New York papers, hey?"

"They'll be more likely to be in the fly-paper," I said; "there's
something funny about this."

"I bet he was going to blow up some ships," Pee-wee said.

"I bet he'll blow us up in a minute," I told him; because I could see
that he was saying something to the men while they all looked at the
book, and that the whole four of them were laughing--especially
Mr. Ellsworth.