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`` For goodness sake , be careful , '' broke in Fritz , `` because they might be so knocked in a heap at Eben 's fine playing , they 'd take a tumble , and nearly smother the lot of us . We 'd think it was raining crow , all right . '' `` Are they good to eat ? '' demanded Babe , who was pretty green as yet to a great many things connected with outdoor life , `` because , if we have time to stop at noon to cook a meal , we might -- '' He was interrupted by a shout from several of the other and wiser scouts . `` Say , hold on there , Babe , we have n't got that near being starved as to want to eat crow , '' declared Andy . `` Can they be eaten at all , Paul ? '' persisted Babe , as usual turning to the scoutmaster for information ; `` seems to me I 've heard something like that . ''