We were just coming up to the house-boat to go aboard it, when suddenly the door flew open and a fellow scampered across the deck and ran away.
I could see that he had pretty shabby clothes and a peaked cap and I guess he was startled to hear us coming.

In just a few seconds he was gone in the woods and we all stood gaping there while the boat bobbed up and down, on account of him jumping from it.

But I got a squint at his face all right, and I noticed the color of his cap and how he ran, and I'm mighty glad I did, because that fellow was going to come into our young lives again and cause us a lot of trouble, you can bet.
Mr.Donnelle said he was probably just a tramp that had been sleeping in the boat and he didn't seem to mind much, only he said it would be better to keep the door locked.
"Maybe he might have been a--" Pee-wee began.
"No siree," I said.

"We've had enough of deep-dyed villains for one day, if that's what you were going to say." "Maybe we'd better track him," said Pee-wee, very serious.
"Nix on the tracking," I said, "I've retired from the 'detective business, and now I'm going to be cook on a house-boat." "We'll have a good anchor anyway if you make biscuits," Pee-wee said.
"They'll weigh more than you do anyway," I fired back.
And Mr.Donnelle began to laugh.
Well, we didn't bother our heads any more about the tramp, but I could see that Pee-wee would have been happier if we'd have thought it was the Kaiser or Villa, instead of just a plain ordinary tramp, looking for a place to sleep.

But oh, crinkums, you'll be surprised when you hear all about that fellow and who he was and I suppose you'd like me to tell you now, wouldn't you?
But I won't.
I've got to go to camp meeting now, so goodbye, see you later--.