She was afraid that this clever, sophisticated young fellow would ridicule their enterprise, as indeed there was good reason to do.

Yet she felt ashamed, too, of her momentary faithlessness to Pee-wee.
"Maybe some people will pass here when they have the carnival at Berryville," she said, half apologetically.
To her surprise Deadwood Gamely, instead of emitting an uproarious, mocking laugh, appeared to be thinking.
"Bully for you," he finally said, looking all about as if to size up the surroundings.

"Right on the job, hey?
I'd like to buy some stock in that enterprise.

Whose idea is it?
Yours, kiddo ?" "We're going to make money enough to buy three tents for the scout troop I belong to," Pee-wee said.
"Visiting here, hey ?" "I live in Bridgeboro, New Jersey; I'm here for the summer." Deadwood Gamely sat on the fence still looking, about him and whistling.
Then, instead of bursting forth in derisive merriment as Pepsy dreaded he would do, he made an astonishing remark.
"I tell you what I'll do," he said.

"You kids take care of the place and furnish the fruit and stuff and I'll put up the coin for all the stuff you have to buy--chewing gum, and accessories, and souvenirs and junk that has to be got in the city, and we'll share even.