His heart was no longer in the refreshment parlor and he was already
finding solace in becoming his own solitary customer, by eating the
taffy which he could not sell.
There had been so few things in Pepsy's poor little life that she
had put her whole intense little heart and soul in this and was resolved
that this hero from the great world of Bridgeboro should buy the tents
which in plain fact he had already forgotten about.
So it happened that while Pepsy was lying on her left side (one
of Licorice Stick's prescriptions) to insure good luck for the morrow,
Pee-Wee was dangling his legs from the counter eating a doughnut.
What concerned him now was this mystery of the speeding cyclists.
That was the big thing in his young life. He believed them to be
fugitives. Their reckless speed, and the fact that they used no
headlights, gave color to this delightful supposition. Little had
they thought that this diminutive scout, unseen in the darkness, had
read that message in the Morse Code with perfect ease. Hide Kelly's
Barn. What did that mean?
If Pee-Wee had liked Beriah Bungel, the Everdoze constable, he would
have gone to him with this information. But he disliked Beriah Bungel
with true scout thoroughness; he knew him to be officious, and swelling
with self-importance and he was not going to put business in such a
creature's way.
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