CHAPTER XIV.
SAVED! Thanks to Pee-wee, the door of the rustic lakeside garage stood invitingly open.
"I won't--I won't say anything about money; gee whiz, you needn't have any fear," Pee-wee said, making a play for his companion's good-will; "gee, I wouldn't do that--I wouldn't.

But you could take a medal, couldn't you?
A scout good-will medal ?" he added anxiously.
"Maybe," said Mr.Swiper.
"Gee, you'll _have_ to take it," said Pee-wee; "our scoutmaster will make you." Before entering the building, Mr.Swiper made an inspection of the lonely neighborhood, and looked out across the still, dark lake.
"That's where they went ?" he asked.
"Sure, they won't see us," Pee-wee said reassuringly.
But the manual training teacher was not going to take any chances with a crew of ruffians--not he.
"Even if they should see us or hear us," Pee-wee encouraged, "they wouldn't dare come after it, because it isn't theirs.

They thought nobody would ever find it in here.

It's good I was on the inside, hey ?" "That's the place to be," said Mr.Swiper.
"You bet it is," said Pee-wee.

"Were you ever locked in a place ?" To this purely personal question, Mr.Swiper made no reply; Instead he walked about the car thoughtfully, then climbed into the front seat and turned on the dash-light.