“But—but—” the boy’s face paled, “he was after me.”
“Any confirmation?” the Chief looked about. “Johnny, did you see him, this ’ere escaped giant?”
“I went out and looked around,” Johnny said truthfully, “I didn’t see a soul.”
“Breakin’-an’-enterin’,” the Chief repeated slowly. “Pretty bad. Thirty days, I’d say.”
“But, Chief,” the coach appeared to protest, “that would be rather hard. Perhaps—
“Got any relatives, son?” he turned to the intruder. “Anyone a hundred miles away or so?”
“Yes—yes I got an uncle in Springer,” the boy’s tone was eager.
“Would you stay there three days if you were sent there?”
“Yes—yes I would,” his eagerness increased.
“How about it, Chief?” The coach smiled.