“How long do I have to keep it?” he wanted to know.
I said, “Oh, keep it till it’s all used up, and then I’ll give you some more. Believe me, you can’t have too much of it just now.”
“We’ll have to use up a lot of it, hey?” he said.
“More than you ever used before,” I told him.
“Anyway,” he said, “an innocent man has nothing to fear.”
“You got that out of the movies,” I told him. “An innocent man with his hair cropped and a convict suit on has a whole lot to fear.”
“Innocence is a shield,” he said; “it’s in my copy book.”
“Yes?” I said. “Well, an enclosed van is a better shield.”
“Our lips will be sealed, hey?” he said. I guess he got that out of the Dan Dauntless Series; he eats those books alive.
I felt kind of shaky driving that van, but I knew I had to do it, and if a scout has to do a thing he does it. Gee whiz, I like things that are hard—except licorice jaw breakers. You get three of those for a cent. Even I can eat those if I have to, but I like marshmallows better. I like peanut brittle too. But anyway that hasn’t got anything to do with driving a car.