"He was at Matt Beman's. He ran away from there and I met him on the street."
The tall man raised his eyebrows. "At Beman's!"
Peewee could not be certain whether his father was concealing the nature of their meeting, or whether he was unaware of Peewee's part in it. They followed the tall man into a stuffy room, where Peewee was given a chair. He sat watching them determinedly and swinging his short legs while for some minutes the two men talked together inaudibly.
"The shorter time he is here then," the tall man said at last, "the better. I can possibly make arrangements over the long distance 'phone, and there is a train early this evening."
"He can't be taken out there the way he is, Sallet."
"No; certainly. Suppose, while I am making the arrangements, you get an outfit for him. I'll call a cab for you."
"Can it be done without taking him along to fit?"
"Their clothes run, I think, by ages. I
