In the last few miles of their inglorious journey, Pee-wee had been trouble enough to him and how to get rid of that redoubtable youngster had been a question.

So Mr.
Swiper paused not to make an issue of Peter Piper's audacious act.

He withdrew into the shelter of the woods and in the fullness of time to the more secure shelter of an Illinois penitentiary where he was entered under the name of Chick Swiper, alias Chick the Speeder, alias Chick the Gent, alias the Car King, alias Jack Skidder--perhaps because he was so slippery.
In his official pedigree there was nothing about his being a manual training teacher, though he must have had some knowledge of the use of tools for he removed the bars from his cell window with praiseworthy skill, and was later caught in Michigan, I think.
So there sat Pee-wee glaring down upon Peter, still frightened at himself for the stir that he had made in the great world.
"You foiled him," said Pee-wee.

"Do you know what?
He was a thief; he was stealing this auto." "Yes, and you're a thief too," said Peter, removing the lantern from the rope and holding it up toward the auto.

He was quite brave and collected now.