mentioned these things to Licorice Stick whom he ran
plunk into as that aggregation of rags and nonsense sat upon a stone
wall up the road engaged in the profitable occupation of watching the
passing cars. Licorice Stick's business was contemplating the world and
he always attended strictly to business.

"Lordy me!" he said, rolling his eyes, "you don' go nowheres that kid 'e
tell you. Dat wrigglin' man, he no man, he a sperrit. Don' you go near
dat bridge, you get a spell. Yo keep away f'm dat bridge."

How much this had to do with Pee-wee's actually going to the scene of
the fire it would be hard to say. If he had not talked with Whitie he
probably would not have gone. At all events, he had nothing else to do
and he wanted to think. So he followed the trail through the woods to
the highway.

It seemed quite probable that Whitie's jerky sentences were about true,
that the doctor had been compelled to turn back by reason of the burning
bridge. The fact that Whitie was holding his imperial court on the
doctor's porch made this part of his story seem true.

Perhaps it would be about right to say that little Whitie's spasmodic
announcements directed Pee-wee in his idle wanderings on that morning
when he was fearful and sick at heart.

Long afterwards he remembered with interest that it was little Whitie
Bungel (for whose recovery he had sacrificed two hundred and fifty
dollars and not a little glory) who put him in the way of the terrible
discovery that he made on that fateful day. And the funny thing about it
was that the little gnome had given the clue to his benefactor and
not his father who knew nothing about the frightful revelation of that
morning until it was all over.

So perhaps there is a little god of good turns after all, who, all
unseen, administers punches in the nose and pays back two hundred and
fifty dollar gifts and so forth, and has the time of his life watching
how these things work out. Or a "pay back sperrit" as Licorice Stick
might have called him. ...

As Pee-wee approached the scene of the fire he saw in the bushes
something which caught his eye. This was a torn fragment of clothing.
The bushes were trampled down at the spot. It was not hard for the scout
to follow this line of trampled brush which was so disordered that he
thought it could not have been caused by a walking or fleeing person. It
was well away from the area where the men had fought the flames.

Here and there something bro