Do you think scouts can't see things?
You just want to get rid of me, that's all.

You want to get rid of me where there aren't any 'phones or people or anything.

Gee, maybe I'm not as strong as you, but anyway I know what you're up to, that's one sure thing." "Are you going to do as I tell you ?" "I'm a scout and I'm not going to get out till you put me out, so there." Slowly the big car moved up the rocky hill and around the bend and the finding light which had been focused on the church shifted its area of distant brightness until Mr.Swiper turned it off just as the two big headlights threw their glare along the straight level road.
[Illustration: "THE ROAD IS CLOSED," SAID PETER.] The small figure in the shabby gray sweater and tough looking cap was nervous and apprehensive and angry with a righteous anger.

But he did not tremble like the poor little lonely figure waiting in the darkness with eyes fixed upon those two dazzling, glaring eyes.
Five-o-seven-nine-two.

There it is, Peter; read it again as the car draws nearer to make sure.