"What's a silent partner?" Pee-Wee demanded.

"Oh, that's just the fellow that puts up the money and keeps in the
background sort of, and nobody knows he's interested."

"I'd rather be a noisy partner," Pee-Wee said.

"I wouldn't be silent for anybody, I wouldn't." Deadwood Gamely
paused a moment, smiling.

"No, but you could keep a secret, couldn't you?" he asked.


CHAPTER XI

TWO IS A COMPANY--THREE IS BAD LUCK

Pee-Wee and Pepsy were not agreed about allowing this third person
to buy into their enterprise. Pepsy was suspicious because she could
not understand it. But Pee-Wee, quick to forget dislikes and trifling
injuries, was strong for the new partner.

"He's all right," he told her, "and scouts are supposed to be kind
and help people and maybe he wants to reform and we ought to help him
get into business."

"He's a smarty and I hate him and three is bad luck," was all that
Pepsy could say. Then she broke down crying, "Miss Bellison hates him,
too," she sobbed, "and--and if people sit three in a seat in a wagon one