FACE TO FACE Still in a daze, Pee-wee saw the old man step to the door; he heard a hearty, good-humored voice asking about gasoline.

"If you could just put us on the track of some," the voice said; "we're good at tracking." Tracking! Pee-wee's eyes opened.

Tracking?
"Well, could we use your 'phone, then ?" he heard.
The next thing Pee-wee knew, half a dozen boys and young men spilled into the room.

All but one of them, and that was Jim Burton, were in scout attire.

Pee-wee stood gaping at them as if they had dropped from the clouds.
Whatever their wee hour call meant they seemed all to be in high good-humor and amused at their own adventure.