adventures; they come after us.” us “Oh, they’ll come after us all right,” Harry said. us “Will we have to go to prison for twenty years?” poor little Skinny piped up. “People who make mistakes like that ought to go up for life,” Harry said; “and then some.” “Lis—lis—lis—lis—’en!” Pee-wee began shouting, all the while waving the newspaper in the air. He was just getting his breath, but nobody paid any attention to him. Harry and Brent sat there on a bench, side by side, and it was awful funny to see them—they just kept us laughing. “Look—look—under the seat!” Pee-wee was trying to say. Look—look—under the seat! “And the tell-tale papers are gone,” Harry said. “Curses! Curses!” Curses! Curses! “My idea,” Brent said, “would be to escape into a boat from one of the jail windows. I hope the jail is near a river, but I don’t suppose we can have everything. It ought to be on a dark night. This is going to be great.” “We should have kidnapped a maiden,” Harry said; “there ought to be a maiden in it. If there had only been a gold-haired maiden in the machine——” “Shut up! You’re crazy!” Pee-wee yelled. “The plot is thicker—it’s terribly thick. There is a maiden—listen—shut up—listen, will you—there is a—a maiden!” Shut up! You’re crazy! is a maiden “Is she under the back seat?” Brent wanted to know.
Prev.
Back
Top