"
The two severe eyes stared down at the compass on the rail but
their owner made no attempt to reach it as Pee-Wee started off. If
Pee-Wee had not been so worried and preoccupied he would have thought
that he had never seen anything so absurdly amusing in all his life.
"Come back and say good-by," the little voice commanded.
Pee-Wee returned and stood in the exact spot where he had stood
before and said, "Good-by." Although the little pale face did not
turn the fraction of an inch, the staring eyes followed Pee-Wee as
he went along the road.
CHAPTER XXXIII
THE TRAMPLED TRAIL
Pee-Wee felt as if he were emerging from some enchanted spot in
the "Arabian Nights," abounding with giants and men "getting dead."
He had no more belief in what this imperious little imp had told him
than he had in the predictions of Licorice Stick, or the homely
superstitions of Pepsy.
Indeed, if he had thought seriously of these erratic snapshot
bits of information about figures wriggling in the dark and "getting
dead" he would never have mentioned these things to Licorice Stick
whom he ran plunk into as that aggregation of rags and nonsense sat
upon a stone wall up the road engaged in the profitable occupation
of watching the passing cars.
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