"We all make bad pictures like that, but we don't mean them," Gramp said. "Remember how you said that you'd like to eat the whole apple pie last Sunday? You probably made pictures of doing that. But you never did, because you know that Gramma and me should have some of it too." I guess Gramp can explain just about everything. So I told him where Mr. Van had hid the money under a box of brown sugar. Gramp smiled and started the car. He let me steer while it was going slow. "Who's my Chum?" he asked. "I am," I said, and I laughed real happy. * * * * * The next day when I got up Gramp was gone. I went back of the barn and played. I got a bunch of tin cans and punched holes in them with a nail like Gramp showed me, and I made steps out of rocks and put a can on each step. I poured water in the top can. It ran through the holes from each can to the other all the way down the steps. I heard our car come in the front yard. I went around the barn, and Gramp was just going up the steps to the house. He had been to Fairport where the big store is, and he had bought a lot of things that he was carrying in his arms. At first I was glad because he had bought something that was for me too. But then I saw some bad pictures mixed with the happy ones--of Gramp breaking a window in Mr. Van's store when it was dark and going in and taking something from underneath the brown sugar box. "You told me you wouldn't take Mr. Van's money. And you did!" I said. "Ssh," Gramp said. He put his packages on the porch and sat down and took me on his lap. He took a deep breath. "Remember what I told you about imagination, Chum?" he asked me. "So you know you're not supposed to believe all the pictures you see. Now you're Gramp's Chum. And I want you to promise me again not to tell anyone but me what you see, and I'll tell you if the pictures are real or not. Promise?" I promised, and Gramp opened one of the packages. He took out two new pistols and a belt with double holsters to carry them in. He bent over and buckled them on me. "You look just like Hoppy now," he said. I gave him a big kiss, and ran back of the barn to shoot robbers. * * * * * In the afternoon Gramp was playing he was a bad Indian and trying to scalp me when a strange car drove in our yard. Mr. Van and two men with badges got out. Mr. Van was real mad. "We've come after the money, Bill," he said. Gramp got white. He was scared, but he said, loud, "What the hell are you talking about?" "You know what, Bill," Mr. Van said. "Someone saw you break into the store. It will go easier on you if you admit it." "I told you I don't know what you're talking about," Gramp said. His eyes moved kind of quick. Then he noticed me and he walked over to me. "That's a fine way to talk in front of the boy," he said over his shoulder. He took my hand. "Come on, Chum. We're going in the house."