"How fur is it?"
"I don't know. About a hundred miles, I think."
"Well, yer can walk, can't yer? Terday's the fifth, ain't it? That gives yer till the eighth, an' a week more. It won't take us that long;"
"Us?"
"Yes. I'll go along ter take care o' yer."
Andy considered a moment.
"See here, Pete," he said, presently, "how do you come to know so much about what the letter meant?"
"Been there," answered Pete.
"Been where?"
"In the show business. Greatest knock-about juvee-nile all-around dance artist in the world! That's me. Too much knock-about fer me, an' I skipped. Tra-la-la!"