“Is it Indians?” I asked him.
“Shh—look!” he said. “There’s a light way down in the other end of the chasm.”
We all looked, and jiminy crinkums if he wasn’t right. Away far down at the other end we could see a little light shining. I guess maybe that was a half a mile away.
“That’s blamed funny,” I said. “I wonder what that is.”
“It’s human beings,” Pee-wee said in a kind of a scared whisper.
“I never heard of anybody camping in here,” I said. Dub and Sandy just looked. We were all good and surprised. It was just a teeny little light, away off, but it had us guessing.
Sandy said, “I don’t just like to turn in for the night without knowing who that is.”
“You’re right,” I said.
“What’s the difference?” Dub said.
“The difference is I’m going to find out who it is,” Pee-wee said. “I’m going to sneak up and find out. Do you think I’m going to sleep in this chasm with bandits, maybe? Maybe it’s those same bandits that robbed the post office in Warnerville the other night.”