They are
all mixed up somehow, you'll find. All right, we find that
formula, because we got to do it for our country; and what do
they do to us? What does Mr. Leffingwell do to us?" Porky's
voice rose to a wail. "What does he do?" he asked again. "He
goes and sticks an education on us! A college education!"
"Is Mr. Leffingwell going to pick our college?" asked Beany.
"You bet he won't pick mine!" said Porky, loftily. "Cause there
ain't goin' to be no such animal!"
"Well, I dunno," mused the other twin. "We got to find that
formula. See, the more people we tell, the more it gums the
works. It sounds cheeky, but we work better alone: me and you.
Le's go look around while we think. I can think better when I'm
lookin I at things.
"Me too," said Porky.
They drifted over to the bandstand where the crowd was thickest
and the noise loudest and, wriggling through the press, approached
an ice cream stand. To reach the counter, Porky stooped and
jammed his thin figure between two men.
They paid no attention to him.
"Where is the Wolf?" asked one.
"Riding with the Colonel's daughter," the other laughed. "Trust
the Wolf!"
"As far as you can see him," said the other. "I have news," said
the shorter man.
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