While we were going up the gravel path; the old gentleman came out on
his porch and looked at us and I felt kind of ashamed and I could see
Pee-wee did too. But, cracky, I've got no use for spies, that's one sure
thing. Pee-wee and I kind of hung behind and I guess he felt funny, sort
of, when the old gentleman waved his hand to him, as if they were old
friends.

I can't remember all they said but the two men who I knew were
detectives showed the old gentleman the paper and asked him what it
meant. First he seemed kind of flustered and angry and I know Pee-wee's
heart was thumping-anyway it would have been thumping, except that it
was up in his throat.

Then the men said that they'd have to search the house to see if there
was a wireless and then the old gentleman got angry; then all of a
sudden he sat down in one of the wicker chairs on the porch and began
to laugh and laugh and laugh. Then he looked at Pee-wee and said, "I
suppose this is the young gentleman who succeeded in trapping me. I
must take off my hat to the Boy Scouts," and he smiled with an awful
pleasant kind of a smile and held out his hand to Pee-wee.

Well, you should have seen Pee-wee. It was as good as a three-ringed
circus. He stood there as if he was posing for animal crackers. And
even the detectives looked kind of puzzled, but all the while
suspicious.

"Are you the spy-catcher?" the old gentleman said to Pee-wee, but
Pee-wee looked all flabbergasted and only shifted from one foot
to the other.