"
"Then how can it tell you?"
"It points its finger."
"You're crazy."
"All right," Pee-Wee laughed in spite of himself. "You tell me
about the man getting dead and I'll give you the tin thing."
"He was lying down in the bushes and wriggling."
"Where? Near the bridge?" Pee-Wee asked.
"Doctor Killem didn't see him and he laughed at me. He said I was
seeing things. Can you wriggle? I looked back out of the window and
saw him."
"Did you tell your father about it?" Pee-Wee asked, hardly
knowing what to think of this information.
"My mother made him give her the two hundred and fifty dollars
so I wouldn't get dead. Do you know what I'm going to be when I grow up?"
"No; what?"
"A giant."
"Well, you'd better hurry up about it."
"Do you know where my father got that two hundred and fifty dollars?"
"Where?"
"It was a prize for catching thieves. You can't catch thieves."
"I know it," Pee-Wee said.
"Are you going to be a thief when you grow up?"
"No, I guess not," said Pee-Wee.
"You can have three guesses."
"All right, I guess not three times. Now, tell me if you told your
father about seeing that man getting dead."
"Yes, and he said I'm always seeing things; everybody says that.
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