“Sure,” Westy said, “if he had only fired one it wouldn’t have been so bad. And to get away with seven hundred dollars, too.”
“If it had been only three or four hundred dollars I wouldn’t say anything,” I said. “But seven hundred is too much.”
“It’s grand larceny,” the kid said.
“I don’t call it so very grand,” I told him. “If you think it’s grand to steal seven hundred dollars, you’ve got some funny ideas. I suppose if a man stole about ten thousand dollars you’d call that magnificent larceny.”
“You’re crazy,” Pee-wee shouted. “Grand larceny is a kind of a crime.”
I said, “Well, I’m a scout, and I don’t call larceny grand.”
“It’s a crime,” Pee-wee shouted, “and he can get a long sentence for it.”
“He ought to get a whole paragraph for a crime like that,” I told him.
“Do you think maybe we’ll run into him?” the kid wanted to know.