piece of sandwich to the heart, linking it forever with that note
written tremblingly in a moment of forlorn hope and utter darkness,
under the kindly concealment of the buffalo robe.

On the opposite page is the note and how it looked.

Having cast this last message out upon the road he withdrew his arm
cautiously back under the robe and lay as nearly motionless as possible,
prepared for the worst.

If he should never be heard of again, it would seem both touching and
appropriate, that this memento of him should be a morsel of food (which
he loved) fastened with a safety pin which was the weapon that he always
carried.

[Illustration: [Handwritten note] I am being kidnapped by thieves who
are stealing Mr. Bartlett's car. I don know where I am. If anybody find
this please take it to my house Bridgeboro Walter Harris Scout Br]




CHAPTER VII

LOCKED DOORS


Like the ground-hog, Pee-wee did not emerge again until the occasion was
more propitious. For fully an hour the car ran at high speed which
afforded him some hope that the strong arm of the law might intervene.