Over the hill to the poorhouse.

Ever hear that song?
What's that you've got there, a soldier?
Watcher doing with him?
Lucky kid, I'd like to be a soldier." "What were you, a slacker ?" Pee-wee shouted.
This was not the kind of retort that Deadwood Gamely was accustomed to hearing and he gave a quick look at the small stranger in khaki who sat behind the counter like a judge on the bench staring straight at him.
"Don't get him riled," Pepsy whispered.

"He likes to get me riled so's just to make me feel silly; it's--it's Deadwood Gamely.

He's always togged out swell like that," she added fearfully.
"The only thing that's swell about him is his head," said Pee-wee in his loudest voice.

"Don't you be scared of him, I'm here." "What's that ?" said the young man in a tone intended to be darkly menacing.
"You'd better put your hat on the top of your head or it'll blow off," said Pee-wee.