FETTERS
So that’s the way we did. As we went away we were all careful not to look up, and we talked about all different things as if we didn’t know there was any one up in that wheel at all. And if anybody ever tells you that boy scouts can’t really catch grown-up people except in books, you can tell them I said they can do it in amusement parks too.
“I hope he’s the highwayman, anyway,” I said to Pee-wee. “You’re not the only one that goes up in the air.”
“It shows what scouts can do,” Pee-wee said. “We bound him with ropes, didn’t we?”
“Absolutely,” I said, “only the rope was quite a way off from him.”
“What difference does that make?” he wanted to know. “He’s held by ropes, isn’t he? Can you deny that?”
“I guess you’re right,” Westy laughed.
“What are we going to do now?” Hunt wanted to know.
“We’re going to keep our eyes on that tree,” I said, “and go in a bee-line. It will take more than an auto bandit to get me off the straight path. Don’t look back whatever you do.”