. Roy Blakeley, pathfinder . ontinents who will accord you a warm and won-derful welcome, he said. Gee, you couldnt beat him at it, that was onesure thing. CHAPTER XIX JIB JAB, IS HE HUMAN? JIMINY crinkums, I may be a nut (thats whatthe troop calls me anyway), but Im not a freakand, believe me, when I saw who I was going tohave dinner with that day—good night! They all sat around a big mess board that stoodon horses just like at Temple Camp. It was ina side tent. Judge Dot sat right next to me; hewas a midget. I guess he was only about threefeet high, and he had a special chair. On theother si
. Roy Blakeley, pathfinder . ontinents who will accord you a warm and won-derful welcome, he said. Gee, you couldnt beat him at it, that was onesure thing. CHAPTER XIX JIB JAB, IS HE HUMAN? JIMINY crinkums, I may be a nut (thats whatthe troop calls me anyway), but Im not a freakand, believe me, when I saw who I was going tohave dinner with that day—good night! They all sat around a big mess board that stoodon horses just like at Temple Camp. It was ina side tent. Judge Dot sat right next to me; hewas a midget. I guess he was only about threefeet high, and he had a special chair. On theother side of me was Lieutenant Lemuel Long;he was the thin man. He was about as fat as aclothes pole. He didnt eat much, but it wasntbecause he didnt have any appetite. He said hehad a contract with Mr. Costello not to eat much,because that would make him fat. He said hehad a contract not to weigh more than eightypounds. Gee, youve got to keep a contract ifyou make one, thats one thing. But anyway, Madame Whopper could eat all 92. HE TOOK THE FUR RIGHT OFF HIS Blakeky, Path^nder. 93
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