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"Even if they should see us or hear us," Pee-wee encouraged, "they wouldn't dare come after it, because it isn't theirs. They thought nobody would ever find it in here. It's good I was on the inside, hey?" "That's the place to be," said Mr. Swiper. "You bet it is," said Pee-wee. "Were you ever locked in a place?" To this purely personal question, Mr.
Five-o-seven-nine-two. Don't you see the little gilt eagle on the radiator? He trembled, oh how he trembled. "Looker here, you kid," said the driver to the huddled up figure beside him; "I once croaked a boy scout that didn't do what I told him. Do you see? I croaked him. No scout kid can put anything over on me; I won't have any kids interfering with my plans " Oh yes you will, Mr. Swiper.
Nor did he tarry to administer any corporeal rebukes, more than to send poor Peter reeling as he brushed him aside with imprecations in his flight. Since the auto had been so generously handed to him by a kind boy scout, perhaps the loss of it was not such a shock as it might otherwise have been. There were other autos. Mr. Swiper saved himself and that was his chief concern.
"Gee, you'll have to take it," said Pee-wee; "our scoutmaster will make you." Before entering the building, Mr. Swiper made an inspection of the lonely neighborhood, and looked out across the still, dark lake. "That's where they went?" he asked. "Sure, they won't see us," Pee-wee said reassuringly. But the manual training teacher was not going to take any chances with a crew of ruffians not he.
"Are you going to do as I tell you?" "I'm a scout and I'm not going to get out till you put me out, so there." Slowly the big car moved up the rocky hill and around the bend and the finding light which had been focused on the church shifted its area of distant brightness until Mr. Swiper turned it off just as the two big headlights threw their glare along the straight level road.
"Huzza for old Rugby!" sings out Jack Raggles, the long-stop, toughest and burliest of boys, commonly called "Swiper Jack," and forthwith stands on his head, and brandishes his legs in the air in triumph, till the next boy catches hold of his heels, and throws him over on to his back. "Steady there; don't be such an ass, Jack," says the captain; "we haven't got the best wicket yet.
Swiper, poking the finding light this way and that as the car of a thousand delights came slowly up toward the bend. "It's some rocky road to Dublin, all right." He cast the light along the dark road behind them and looked apprehensively back as far as he could see.
You may have escaped from jail, the authorities of a dozen states may be after you. But just the same you are going to stop when a little trembling pioneer scout in homespun pantaloons tells you to. Look ahead, where that dim light is, Mr. Swiper, with the cropped hair. Do you see something shining there, held in a little trembling hand? That is a knife, Mr. Swiper.
Swiper made no reply; Instead he walked about the car thoughtfully, then climbed into the front seat and turned on the dash-light. He seemed to know what he was doing. Pee-wee did not wait but excitedly climbed in beside him. "Gee whiz, a feller's got to have nerve to steal a car, hasn't he?" he asked, unable in his elation to keep still. "That's what," said Mr. Swiper briefly.
And I bet he'll anyway, you wouldn't take anything, would you? Money or anything like that?" "Don't insult me," said Mr. Swiper. "I didn't mean it," Pee-wee said apologetically; "scouts are like that, they won't take anything for a service, but eats don't count, you can take eats. But I mean money " "Don't speak of money again," said Mr. Swiper.
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