"What are you doing here, boy?"
"Getting in jail."
"You're a peddler?"
"I represent Tarrant Enterprises, Ltd. Now I have here—"
"Whoa! Whoa there! I see a lot of peddlers. My knife is all right, my watch is all right, I don't need tooth picks, tooth brushes, or anything else, and I haven't any family. How long have you been peddling?"
"Quite a spell."
"You ever been in trouble before?"
Jeff said blandly, "I've been in jail before."
"You're just a kid and I don't like to see kids in trouble," the jailer murmured sadly.
"How much trouble am I in?"