"Yes, and you're a thief too," said Peter, removing the lantern from the rope and holding it up toward the auto. He was quite brave and collected now. "And if you want to run you'd better do it before anybody comes, that's what I'll tell you. You're--you're dressed up just like a thief; I can tell. Anyway, you can't take the auto." "Do you call me a thief?" shouted Pee-wee. "That shows how much you know; I'm a boy scout. Do you think scouts steal things? That shows how much you know about logic." "You're a thief, you can't fool me," Peter retorted courageously. "Look at the way you look. I'm not scared of you, either--or him either." "How can I look at the way I look?" Pee-wee fairly screamed at him. "You're crazy! I told him where it was and I told him--" "That shows you're just as bad as he is," Peter insisted. "Are you going to stay here till Ham Sanders comes and be arrested? Anyhow, you're arrested now," he ventured, "and you have to wait." "You tell me I'm arrested?" Pee-wee yelled. "When I'm taking this car back to its owner? Do you know what a boy scout is?" "I know what they look like, they're all dressed up in uniforms," poor Peter said, "but you can be one without that." "Now you see, you said so yourself," Pee-wee began. "But they don't get dressed like thieves," Peter retorted. "I'm on your side because you stopped him," shouted Scout Harris. "I don't want you on my side," said Peter. "I'm a scout and I don't want any--any--robbers on my side." "You?" said Pee-wee. "Yes, me." "I bet you don't even know--I bet you don't even know--how many--how many--" "That shows you don't know anything about scouts at all," said Peter. "I've got a book that tells all about it and when a man comes you're going to get arrested." "_Me arrested_?" "Yes you--you helped him to steal it and I don't believe anything you say and you needn't think you can fool me. If you were a scout you wouldn't be scared to run away in the woods now." "I've been--I've been--I--you're crazy," shouted Pee-wee, fairly bursting with indignation. "I--I've been lost in the woods more times than you have." "Scouts don't get lost," said Peter. "They get lost so they can find their way," Pee-wee yelled. "That shows how much you know. If scouts didn't get lost how could scouts rescue them? You _have_ to get lost. The same as you have to get nearly drowned. Do you want me to start a fire without a match? That'll show you I'm a scout--only I'd have to have a certain kind of a stone. I can--I can eat a potato from a stick without it going round; that'll prove it. Have you got a roasted potato?" "No, and I wouldn't give one to a feller that steals automobiles either," said Peter. "I got a signal and I stopped you."