Yes, that is a _five_.

Five-o-seven-nine-two.
Don't you see the little gilt eagle on the radiator?
He trembled, oh how he trembled.
"Looker here, you kid," said the driver to the huddled up figure beside him; "I once croaked a boy scout that didn't do what I told him.

Do you see?
I _croaked_ him.

No scout kid can put anything over on me; I won't have any kids interfering with my plans--" Oh yes you will, Mr.Swiper.You may have escaped from jail, the authorities of a dozen states may be after you.

But just the same you are going to stop when a little trembling pioneer scout in homespun pantaloons tells you to.