. Pee-Wee Harris on the trail . o get a ride home; see? Mr. Bartlett andme are grown-up men, we are, and we knowwhats the right way to do. When a kid is toldto do something hes gotter do it. You know somuch about them scout kids; dont you know that? Ill take care of this here car of Mr. next house we come to Im going to stop andlet you out a little way past it and youre goingto show what you can do; youre going to go backand phone to tell Mr. Bartlett were on our way,and Ill wait for you. You wanted me to do that at a house thatwas empty and where there wasnt any phone;I could te
. Pee-Wee Harris on the trail . o get a ride home; see? Mr. Bartlett andme are grown-up men, we are, and we knowwhats the right way to do. When a kid is toldto do something hes gotter do it. You know somuch about them scout kids; dont you know that? Ill take care of this here car of Mr. next house we come to Im going to stop andlet you out a little way past it and youre goingto show what you can do; youre going to go backand phone to tell Mr. Bartlett were on our way,and Ill wait for you. You wanted me to do that at a house thatwas empty and where there wasnt any phone;I could tell because there werent any wires. Doyou think scouts cant see things? You just wantto get rid of me, thats all. You want to get ridof me where there arent any phones or peopleor anything. Gee, maybe Im not as strong asyou, but anyway I know what youre up to, thatsone sure thing. Are you going to do as I tell you? Im a scout and Im not going to get out tillyou put me out, so there. Slowly the big car moved up the rocky hill and. THE ROAD IS CLOSED, SAID Harris On the Trail. Page 109 THE KEW TORKPUBLIC UB1UHY LENOX AND ON THE TRAIL 107 around the bend and the finding light which hadbeen focused on the church shifted its area ofdistant brightness until Mr. Swiper turned it offjust as the two big headlights threw their glarealong the straight level road. The small figure in the shabby gray sweater andtough looking cap was nervous and apprehensiveand angry with a righteous anger. But he didnot tremble like the poor little lonely figure wait-ing in the darkness with eyes fixed upon thosetwo dazzling, glaring eyes. Five-o-seven-nine-two. There it is, Peter; read it again as the cardraws nearer to make sure. Yes, that is a Dont you see the littlegilt eagle on the radiator? He trembled, ohhow he trembled. Looker here, you kid, said the driver to thehuddled up figure beside him; I once croaked aboy scout that didnt do what I told him. Doyou see?
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