That man that ran away he--he--_duped_ me.

This car--will you listen--this car--" "It's stolen; _I_ know," said Peter.
"It _was_ stolen but it _isn't_ stolen," Pee-wee fairly screamed.

"Can't a thing be stolen and then not stolen?
It's being--being rescued--" "It's being stolen, the other thief ran away," Peter persisted.

"He--he admits he was friends with a thief! He's a thief too, he is." "Maybe Jim disguised--kind of--as a thief," Pee-wee conceded.
"He's trying to be disguised as a scout," poor Peter said.
"I was a scout before you or anybody else was born," Pee-wee shouted.
"He isn't," said Peter.
"I am," said Pee-wee.
Ham Sanders scratched his head, looking from one to the other, then looked appealingly at his familiar milk cans.

Perhaps he expected to see them dancing around in this Bedlam.
"I'm gonter hev both of you youngsters before the peace justice," he finally said; "we'll soon find out what's wrong here.