"We had to send fer 'em, Walter," said he. "She'll be better
off there fer a spell, I reckon. I ain't so sure about her doin'
it, though it looks bad. Least ways, she didn't know what she was
doing. But don't you worry--"
Pee-Wee did not wait to hear more. He just could not stand there.
"When--when are they--coming?" he asked. "I reckon to--morrow, boy.
Now, you look here--."
But Pee-Wee had gone.
Up the narrow, boxed-in stairs he went, never asking permission.
He could see nothing but a big enclosed wagon, dark inside, with
Pepsy inside it. He had no more idea what he was going to do that
day than the man in the moon. But he knew what he was going to do
that very minute. When a scout makes up his mind to do a thing. ...
Into the little room under the eaves he strode, his eyes
glistening, but his heart staunch and his resolve indomitable.
And she smiled when she saw him. She was sitting up and she looked
ever so little in her nightclothes and ever so plain with her tightly
braided red hair. But her eyes were clear and she smiled when she
looked at him. ...
"I won't tell anybody where I went," she said, "because I was a
smarty and I thought I could make somebody do a good turn ever
so--ever so big.
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