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. 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.

"It--it kind of--sort of--makes us feel like thieves, taking it,"
Pee-wee commented, looking about him rather fearfully, "but anyway we've
got a right to, that's one sure thing.... Haven't we?"

"Sure."

"And it's all right, that's one sure thing. Oh boy, I'm glad I met you
and you'll get as much credit as I do, that's sure. Anyway, we've got a
right to take it away from the thieves, I hope. Gee, nobody can deny
that. Anyway, I guess _you_ don't feel scary."

"Guess they won't follow us," said Mr. Swiper. "Not if they know what's
well for them. Thieves don't come after you, they run away from you."