Gee, nobody can deny that.

Anyway, I guess _you_ don't feel scary." "Guess they won't follow us," said Mr.Swiper.

"Not if they know what's well for them.

Thieves don't come after you, they run away from you." "You bet they do," said Pee-wee, delighted at his new friend's rather generous contribution to the talk.
The engine now purred softly, the silent shifting into reverse gear told the young rescuer that a practiced hand was at the wheel.

Slowly the big car backed out of the building and around till it headed into the dark over-grown road.
"You didn't put the lights on," Pee-wee said.
"Time enough for that," said his companion, who seemed quite accustomed to driving in the dark.
Presently the big super six Hunkajunk touring model was rolling silently along through the woods, rescued, saved! Soon to be restored to its rightful owner by W.Harris, scout, B.S.A.
By the dash-light, Pee-wee obtained a first glimpse of his companion's face.