Westy Martin wanted to name it The Deep Dyed Villain--so you can call
it that if you want to--I don't care.

Now I'll start off. You remember about Mr. Donnelle saying that he had
a wireless. Well, pretty soon after what I've been telling you about,
the men went away and they were all laughing and good natured about it.
I heard one of them say that the Boy Scouts were a wide--awake lot.
Believe me, they wouldn't say that if they saw us sleeping after a day's
hike at Temple Camp. If you heard Vic Norris snore, you'd think it was
the West Front in France.

Well anyway, Mr. Donnelle wanted Pee-wee and me to stay at his house a
little while, because he said he was kind of interested in us. He would
listen to Pee-wee very sober like and then begin to laugh. And whenever
Pee-wee tried to explain, it only made him laugh more.

"Anyway, I could see you weren't a very bad kind of a spy," Pee-wee said.
Jiminetty, I had to laugh.

Well, Mr. Donnelle asked us all about the Scouts and we told him all
about them--Pee-wee mostly did that. He's a scout propagander let--
that's a small sized propagandist. We told him, how we didn't know how
we are going to manage to get up to Temple Camp in our launch, because
it would only hold about seven or eight boys and we had twenty-four,
not counting Captain Kidd, the parrot.

"Well, now I have a little scheme," he said, smiling all the while,
"and perhaps we can hit some sort of a plan. If I can only get you boys
out of the way, away up at camp, I'll be able to carry on my German
propaganda work." Then he winked at me and I knew he was kidding Pee-wee.