Don't you think you'd better take that back ?" Pepsy waited, fearful, breathless.
"Sure I will," said Pee-wee; "the next scarecrow I meet I'll apologize to him." Deadwood Gamely paused.

His usual procedure in an affair of this kind would have been to advance quickly, ruffle his victim's hair in a goading kind of swaggerish good humor and send him sprawling.

He would not really have hurt a youngster like Pee-wee but he would have made him look and feel ridiculous.
But a glance at Pee-wee's gummy stencil brush reminded Mr.Gamely that discretion was the better part of valor.

A dexterous dab or two of that would have put an end to all his glory.

Pee-wee left no doubt about this.
"This summer-house is on private land," he said, "and I'm the boss of it.