“Maybe he meditates treachery,” the kid said. I guess he got those words out of the movies.
“Well,” I said, “we’re here because we’re here and we’re going to stay here and see it through.”
Pretty soon the plot grew thicker. We could hear that man talking over the telephone in the house. He was saying, “Yes, get here as soon as you can; a big haul.”
“We’re going to get hauled in,” Pee-wee said. “He’s calling up the police. What shall we do?” He looked frightened.
I said, “Stay right here; we’re not quitters.”
Then we could hear the man saying more. Gee williger, it had me guessing. He said, “Yes—yes. Oh, we could release them in a couple of months.”
“Did you hear what he said?” Pee-wee whispered. “They’ll release us in a couple of months. Come on, let’s get out of here. What do you think it means?”
I said, “I don’t know what it means. This man has me guessing. But we haven’t done anything wrong. This is the Bee-line hike. Are we going to see it through or not?”
“We are!” they all said.
“All right,” I said; “over the roof for us.”