Didn't you notice how his little red light kept flashing
away up the road? That's what it meant. They're hiding in Kelly's
barn and nobody knows it.
"There's a sign in the post office and it says they'll give two
hundred and fifty dollars to anybody who tells where they are. Do
you think I'd tell Beriah Bungel?" he added contemptuously. "I'm
going to tell a man named Sawyer, he's the county prosecutor, he
lives in Baxter City. Only we have to go right away. I'm going back
with the mail car to Baxter. Do you want to go? If you do you have
to hurry up."
The last time that Pepsy had appeared before an official--of--the--law
she had been sent to the big brick building and she was naturally wary
of prosecutors, judges and such people. Suppose Mr. Sawyer should order
herself and Pee-Wee to the gallows for meddling in these dark,
mysterious matters. Pee-Wee read this in her face.
"Don't be scared," he said manfully; "I wouldn't let anybody hurt
you. My father knows a man that's a judge and he tells jokes and has
two helpings of dessert and everything just like other people.
Prosecutors aren't so bad, gee whiz, they're better than poison-ivy;
they're better than school principals anyway, that's sure. You see,
I'll handle him all right.
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