Now it was so dark that we had some trouble finding our car, and before we got to it, we passed a funny kind of a little shack with a high porch in front. It didn't look exactly like a place to live in--gee, I couldn't tell you exactly what it did look like. But anyway, it was all closed up. As we passed it, we heard voices inside, but we were too sleepy and hungry to pay any attention. All of a sudden our young hero paused and, _you_ know, stood riveted to the spot where he stood. Anyway, if he wasn't riveted he was nailed down. "_Listen! Hark!_" he said. "We're harking," I said; "what is it?" "Shh-h," he whispered and held his hand to his ear. "What's the matter; have you got an earache?" Connie asked him. "Break it to us gently," I said; "let us hear the worst." "Shhh, listen!" he said. "Somebody's being killed." "How tragic!" Wig said. "It isn't tragic at all," Pee-wee said; "listen----it's true." "Have it your own way," I told him. "In that little house," he whispered, all the while going back on tiptoe; "hark--shh." We all followed him back, giggling, because we had been through things like this before with our boy hero. Believe me, Dauntless Dan of the Dauntless Dan Series has nothing on Scout Harris. In front of the little shack we all stood stark still, listening. "Do you hear it?" Pee-wee whispered. "It's a bitter struggle." The first sound that _I_ noticed was a sound as if a chair was falling over. Then I heard a man's voice say, "I'll choke you till you tell me. Are you ready to speak?" Then another voice said, "Never!" Pee-wee said, "Shh, what did I tell you?" We were all pretty interested by that time. Pretty soon a kind of a high, squeaky voice said, "Do you think I'm afraid of you--you big----" Then it seemed as if the voice was just kind of choked off, because there were stifled cries, sort of, and all the while a gruff voice saying, "Are you ready to take that back? This is your last chance--I'll teach you----" And all the while that other voice kept crying and yelling, and it seemed just as if the person must be struggling. "It's a child," Westy said, all excited. "He's strangling it to death," Pee-wee whispered, so scared and excited, that his voice was hoarse. And just then we could hear a long kind of a gurgle and a man's voice saying, "I'll teach you! I'll teach you!" And then the two voices seemed to be mixed up together. "Wait here," Pee-wee said, and off he started, pell-mell for the tent where there was a light inside. In ten seconds he was back with a couple of men, and shouting, "_In that shack! In that shack! A man is murdering somebody in that shack! Hurry up!_" By that time we were all pretty scared, I guess. The two men vaulted up on to the platform and pushed the door open and we stood outside looking up over the edge of the platform. All of a sudden Westy said, "_What--do--you--know----_"