training teacher, though he must have had some knowledge of the use of
tools for he removed the bars from his cell window with praiseworthy
skill, and was later caught in Michigan, I think.

So there sat Pee-wee glaring down upon Peter, still frightened at
himself for the stir that he had made in the great world.

"You foiled him," said Pee-wee. "Do you know what? He was a thief; he
was stealing this auto."

"Yes, and you're a thief too," said Peter, removing the lantern from the
rope and holding it up toward the auto. He was quite brave and
collected now. "And if you want to run you'd better do it before
anybody comes, that's what I'll tell you. You're--you're dressed up just
like a thief; I can tell. Anyway, you can't take the auto."

"Do you call me a thief?" shouted Pee-wee. "That shows how much you
know; I'm a boy scout. Do you think scouts steal things? That shows how
much you know about logic."

"You're a thief, you can't fool me," Peter retorted courageously. "Look
at the way you look. I'm not scared of you, either--or him either."

"How can I look at the way I look?" Pee-wee fairly screamed at him.
"You're crazy! I told him where it was and I told him--"

"That shows you're just as bad as he is," Peter insisted. "Are you going
to stay here till Ham Sanders comes and be arrested? Anyhow, you're
arrested now," he ventured, "and you have to wait."