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Without another word he turned and trudged away along the path, Pepsy following after him, to astonished to speak. On that very morning Constable Bungel performed the stupendous feat which sent his name ringing through Borden County and established him definitely as the Sherlock Holmes of Everdoze.
"Because the bridge burned down. Do you like bridges?" "It isn't a question of whether a person likes them or not," Pee-wee said; preoccupied with his own sorrow and worry, yet amused in spite of himself at this queer little fellow. "Yes it is," said Whitie Bungel. "All right then, it is," said Pee-wee. "Why did you say it wasn't?" "Oh, I don't know, I guess I was thinking of something else."
Everything always comes out all right," continued the little optimist between tremendous sucks, "and if you're going to get a punch in the nose you get it, and you can see how Mr. Bungel got paid back auto what'd you call it?" "Automobile?" Pepsy ventured. "Automatically," Pee-wee blurted out, catching a fugitive drop of lemon juice as it was about to leave his chin.
"I'll learn yer how to answer back yer superiors," said Constable Bungel. "We don't relish sass from city youngsters daown here, you mind that. Naow yer git along a outer here n' tell yer uncle ter learn yer some manners n' respect fer th' law." Pee-wee faced him, his cheek flushed, his eyes blazing. "You're a you're a coward and a thief that's what you are," he shouted.
To her consternation he went straight up to the kitchen door, yes, of Constable Beriah Bungel's humble abode! Pepsy stood behind him in a kind of daze and heard his resounding knock as in a dream. Then suddenly to her dismay and terror she saw Beriah Bungel himself standing in the open doorway looking fiercely down at the little khaki-clad scout. "Mr.
It had awakened to find itself dragged into the light of day. Already Constable Bungel was devising a formidable code of "traffic regulations" traps and snares to catch the prosperous and make them pay tribute as they passed along.
Bungel," she heard as she stood gaping and listening and ready to run at the terrible official's first move, "Mr. Bungel, if you want to know where those two fellers are that stole the motorcycles, they're hiding in Kelly's barn and I guess they'll stay there till dark. So if you want to go and get them you'll get two hundred and fifty dollars as long as you don't say who told you where they are."
All by herself, and long before she had known of Pee-wee and the scouts, she had done a good turn. According to the inevitable rule, which she did not doubt, the principal and interest of this could now be drawn. Why not? Somewhere, and she knew where, there was a good turn standing to her credit. It would be paid her just as surely as that splendid punch in the nose was paid to Beriah Bungel.
If Pee-wee had liked Beriah Bungel, the Everdoze constable, he would have gone to him with this information. But he disliked Beriah Bungel with true scout thoroughness; he knew him to be officious, and swelling with self-importance and he was not going to put business in such a creature's way. But the next morning something happened which showed Scout Harris in a new light.
"There's a sign in the post office and it says they'll give two hundred and fifty dollars to anybody who tells where they are. Do you think I'd tell Beriah Bungel?" he added contemptuously. "I'm going to tell a man named Sawyer, he's the county prosecutor, he lives in Baxter City. Only we have to go right away. I'm going back with the mail car to Baxter. Do you want to go?
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