"Yes, Pete, honest—I promise." Her lips trembled momentarily into a smile. "I knew you did n't have nothing to do with her. I just wanted to make you mad."
His grasp tightened.
"Ye succeeded all right."
"Ow, Pete, let me go! You hurt."
He dropped her wrist and rose to his feet.
"Mind, now, this is on the straight. I finds the kid an' we 're friends again."
She nodded and smiled into his eyes. Peter smiled back, and swung off, whistling, down the lane. A rustling behind the hedge, and a scampering of feet, warned him that the enemy had posted scouts. He stilled his whistle and approached the old barn warily. It presented a blank face when he arrived; the door was shut and locked. He pounded three times. A startled movement occurred inside, but no challenge. He pounded again, more insistently, pushing with his shoulder until there was the sound of straining timber.
