"Dots and dashes, you can do it with lights too," said Peter; "they tell the truth. If he says signals lie that shows he isn't a scout anyway, and anybody can see he isn't. I stopped them, I did it by myself."
"That's nothing," Pee-wee shouted from the seat, "I nearly got suffocated, I'm more of a hero than you are. That man that ran away he--he--duped me. This car--will you listen--this car--"
"It's stolen; I know," said Peter.
"It was stolen but it isn't stolen," Pee-wee fairly screamed. "Can't a thing be stolen and then not stolen? It's being--being rescued--"
"It's being stolen, the other thief ran away," Peter persisted. "He--he admits he was friends with a thief! He's a thief too, he is."
"Maybe Jim disguised--kind of--as a thief," Pee-wee conceded.
"He's trying to be disguised as a scout," poor Peter said.
"I was a scout before you or anybody else was born," Pee-wee shouted.
"He isn't," said Peter.
"I am," said Pee-wee.