"'I know petter,' he went on, and then he called the proprietor and both of them held me."
"I reckon you were scared."
"I was, for I didn't know a soul in the town. I said I wasn't a thief, and had come in to sell books, and I showed them my samples. At first they wouldn't believe a word, and they talked a whole lot of German that I couldn't understand. Then one went out for a policeman."
"And what did you do then?"
"I didn't know what to do, and was studying the situation when the other man suddenly said I could go—that he didn't want any bother with going to court, and all that. Then I dusted away, and I never stopped until I was safe on the train and on my way back to New York."
"Did you ever go to Paterson after that?"
"No, I never wanted to see that town again," concluded George Van Pelt.