There are a lot of other laws too." "Well, here we are at the Lyric," said Mr.Bartlett, "so let's go in and see what The Bandit of Harrowing Highway thinks about honor." Leaving the car in front of the theatre the three elbowed their way through the long, crowded lobby and soon Pee-wee Harris, scout, was no longer in Bridgeboro but among rugged mountains where a man with a couple of pistols in his belt and a hat as big as an umbrella reined up a spirited horse and waited for a caravan and all that sort of stuff.....