his usual verbal assault to the travelers.

Louder and louder grew the sound and suddenly a motorcycle with no
headlight went whizzing past in the darkness. It was followed by
another, also without any headlight, but this second rider stopped
a little distance beyond the shack and got off his machine.

Something, he knew not what, dissuaded Pee-Wee from making his
customary announcements and he stood in the darkness watching this second
speeder who seemed to be delayed by some trouble with his machine. The
traveler was certainly too hurried and preoccupied to think of doughnuts.

Meanwhile, the first cyclist had covered perhaps fifty yards and was
still going. The little red taillight of his machine shone brightly.
Pee-Wee was just wondering why these travelers used no headlights and
whether the first cyclist would return to assist his friend, when he
beheld something which caught and held his gaze in rapt concentration.

The little red taillight went out and on four times in quick
succession. There followed an appreciable pause, then two quick flashes.
Pee-Wee watched the tiny light, spellbound. It appeared for a couple
of seconds, then flashed twice with lightning rapidity.

"Hide," Pee-Wee repeated to himself and motioned with his hand for
Pepsy not to move. Now, in such rapid succession that Pee-Wee could
hardly follow them, the flashes appeared, tinier as the cyclist sped
further away.

"Hide Kelly's barn," Pee-Wee breathed.