“What was he doing there?” Pee-wee wanted to know.
“He was scaring away crows,” Brent said.
“He was a scarecrow!” I blurted out.
“A harmless, innocent, hard working scarecrow,” Brent said. “As I think of it now——”
BRENT CAPTURED A SCARECROW.
“You make me tired!” Pee-wee yelled. “Why didn’t you say so?”
Brent said, “His trustful, happy, carefree face haunts me now. He was only scaring away the crows——”
“You give me a pain!” the kid shouted. “You’re crazy.”
Brent said, “But I thought of my dungeon in the Jolly & Kidder van and of my brutal keepers, those two boy scouts—asleep on the back step. I said to myself, ‘I will never return whither——’”