Our young hero couldn't get that bandit out of his mind. He said, "I bet he's a pretty desperate robber, hey? To fire two shots." "Sure," Westy said, "if he had only fired one it wouldn't have been so bad. And to get away with seven hundred dollars, too." "If it had been only three or four hundred dollars I wouldn't say anything," I said. "But seven hundred is too much." "It's grand larceny," the kid said. "I don't call it so very grand," I told him. "If you think it's grand to steal seven hundred dollars, you've got some funny ideas. I suppose if a man stole about ten thousand dollars you'd call that magnificent larceny." "You're crazy," Pee-wee shouted. "Grand larceny is a kind of a crime." I said, "Well, I'm a scout, and I don't call larceny grand." "It's a crime," Pee-wee shouted, "and he can get a long sentence for it." "He ought to get a whole paragraph for a crime like that," I told him. "Do you think maybe we'll run into him?" the kid wanted to know. "Not if we see him first," I said. "I guess a man who is guilty of wayhigh robbery wouldn't hang around here." "Sometimes scouts catch fugitives," Pee-wee said. "More often they catch the dickens," Hunt said. "Come on, forget it." "Sure," I said; "keep in a bee-line and you'll always go straight." CHAPTER XIV THE HAUNTED WHEEL I guess maybe it's a half a mile across that old amusement park. All the land there is low; we could see right over the top of Little Valley as you might say, and the big tree away off there on the ridge stood out good and plain. Maybe that was partly because the sun was getting over that way. Anyway, I know that about a couple of hours later the tree looked as if it were all kind of spangled with gold like a Christmas tree. It seemed sort of as if the sun was going ahead to get the tree all decorated for us. Westy said, "The sun's beginning to get over to the west. See?" I said, "It's going to beat us to the tree, too." So you can see from what I told you that it was easy to follow a straight course right through that old park. Sometimes we had to clamber over piles of old boards and we had to work our way kind of in and out through the old rotten trestle of the scenic railway. That thing crossed our path like a big, long, wriggling snake. Some of the old booths were boarded up and some of them were all falling to pieces. The concrete basin that used to be a swimming pool was all full of rubbish. And the little platform away way up, that the man used to do the dive of death from, was all falling to pieces. Some places we had to climb over the old ramshackle booths, but that was easy. All of a sudden Westy stopped short and said, "Look ahead; do you know what?" "What?" I asked him. "See that old ferris-wheel?" he said. "We're going to run plunk right into it."