"Mr. Sallet is interested in boys and is going to have you taken care of."
"Yes, sir," Peewee agreed.
"On your part you are to behave yourself. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
Peewee clutched the handle of the small suitcase, as the three went out at the front door and down to the cab. He and Sallet got in. He looked back when the cab had started, but his father already was walking in the opposite direction. He wished he had had the chance to tell his father that he would help him try to keep Mrs. Markyn from knowing about him but the time for that had passed. It was not yet clear what was being done with him, but it was evident that he would not see his father wherever he might be going.
His thought, therefore, faced anxiously forward to the fact that he was going on a train. The only fear which Peewee admitted was an unconquerable fright of locomotives, though he enjoyed the rumble of the elevated above the streets and the clatter of the street cars on the
