LOCKED DOORS Like the ground-hog, Pee-wee did not emerge again until the occasion was more propitious.

For fully an hour the car ran at high speed which afforded him some hope that the strong arm of the law might intervene.
But the strong arm of the law was apparently under its pillow in delicious slumber.

Not a snag did those bloody fugitives encounter in their flight.
At last the car slowed down and Pee-wee could feel that it was turning into another road.

His unwitting captors were evidently either nervous or sleepy, for they talked but little.
The car proceeded slowly now, and when our hero ventured to steal a quick glimpse from under his covering he perceived that they were going along a road so dark and narrow that it seemed like a leafy tunnel.

The somber darkness and utter silence of this sequestered region made the deed of these outlaws seem all the blacker.