I didn't want us to be standing right
there in front of that hole.

"What--what did I tell you?" Pee-wee whispered, all excited.

"You didn't tell me anything," I said. "Shh, don't talk so loud. Come
on, let's walk along a little further. Do you want him to see us?"

"Did you see?" Pee-wee whispered, so excited he could hardly speak. "It
was a black man. It's the bandit. I discovered him."

"What are we going to do about it?" I asked the other fellows. "There's
somebody in there."

"Sure there is," two or three of them said.

Will Dawson said, "I saw him plain; he was standing in back of a box. He
was a colored man, all right."

"I was the first to discover him," Pee-wee whispered.

I said, "All right, findings is keepings; you can have him, he's yours.
Now are you satisfied?"

By that time we were about ten yards past the shack, standing all in a
group. The person inside couldn't see us through the opening in front of
the shack but for all we knew he might be peeking at us through some
little crack or hole. It made me feel funny to think that he was in
there staring at us and we not able to see him.

I said, "Come on, let's walk along just as if we didn't suspect
anything; we can talk while we're walking."

So we started along and Dorry said, "The best thing is for one of us to
run ahead to Little Valley and tell the police there."

"You'll find the police department standing in front of the post
office," I said. "That's where he usually hangs out."

I guess the only one of us that hadn't spoken at all was Warde
Hollister. All of a sudden he said, "What's the good of notifying the
police? Scouts aren't afraid, are they? Harris is the one who discovered
him. So he ought to be the one to go back and capture him."

"That shows how much you know about scouts," Pee-wee said. "Scouts are
supposed to be cautious. If you're reckless, then you're not a good
scout. See? Maybe I'd like to go back and capture that bandit, but I
have to make a sacrifice and not do it. See?"

I said, "Sure, it's as clear as mud. Let's sit down here just as if we
were going to take a rest; let's sprawl on the ground just as if we
weren't thinking about that shack at all. Then we can talk about what
we'd better do."

"Maybe the ground is better a little further along," the kid said.

"This is all right," Westy said.

So we sat down right in our path and Will Dawson and Dorry Benton
started playing mumbly-peg, so that if the man i