Only people related to Beman, he realized, had that right.
He got up, unhappily, after a while, and walked away. When he had gone a little distance, he stopped, hesitated and went back. Again he got up and went away, and again he came back. As he returned this second time, he observed on the sidewalk across the drive from him a man keeping pace with him. The character of the man was unmistakable—he was a plain-clothes officer, a "flat-foot"—and the sight of him drove the thought of Beman out of Peewee's head. Was the man watching him? He walked on past the house a distance and turned back. The man also turned back. Peewee considered his position. He was between the "flat-foot" and the lake; as long as the officer kept opposite him there was no chance of escape. He picked up a pebble and threw it ahead of him and ran after it as if chasing it; when he had reached the pebble, he continued still to run. The man opposite now broke into a run also, crossing the drive diagonally. Peewee dodged back; the man turned
