"Good town, though," Ike called. "That constable in Smithville, he minds his own business most of the time. So does most ever'body else. It pays, in Smithville."
"Wild place, huh?"
"Not wild," Ike declared. "Just sensible."
"I'll go to Delview," Jeff decided.
"That's worse'n Cressman," Ike snorted. "They jail you there for lookin' cross-eyed."
"You got to go now," Joe pointed out. "You took Pop's money."
"Open the cell."
"'Bye, Jeff," Ike called. "Me'n Bucky may be seeing you."
"Take care of yourselves."
Outside, instead of going to the main street, Jeff slipped behind the court house. Two more moving shadows in a place of shadows, he and Pal flitted past a cluster of lilacs and darted to a patch of trees. They threaded their way through the town, always alert and careful.