" "They're a queer
lot," he said to himself.
Within a few minutes the boys had gathered up their belongings, repacked
their duffel bags and were picking their way across the marsh toward the
drier road.
"We're likely to land in jail," said Pee-wee, mildly protesting.
"It isn't a question of whether we land in jail or not," said Tom,
stolidly; "it's just a question of what we ought to do."
"_We_ should worry," said Roy.
CHAPTER VII
THE "GOOD TURN"
It was a draggled and exceedingly dubious-looking trio that made their
way up the main street of Nyack. They had no difficulty in finding the
office of "Old Man Stanton," which bore a conspicuous sign:
WILMOUTH STANTON
COUNSELLOR AT LAW
"He'd--he'd have to get out a warrant for us first, wouldn't he?"
Pee-wee asked, apprehensively.
"That'll be easy," said Roy. "If all goes well, I don't see why we
shouldn't be in Sing Sing by three o'clock."
"We're big fools to do this," said Pee-wee. "A scout is supposed to
be--cautious." But he followed the others up the stairs and stepped
bravely in when Tom opened the door.
They found themselves in the lion's den with the lion in close
proximity glaring upon them. He sat at a desk opening mail and looked
frowningly at them over his spectacles. He was thin and wiry, his gray
hair was rumpled in a way which suggested perpetual perplexity or
annoyance, and his general aspect could not be said to be either
conciliatory or inviting.
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