He could not be seen from the hallway, but the hue and the cry was up; and he knew he must be taken.

It was only a question of seconds.

He huddled in his chair.
"Penrod Schofield!" cried Mrs.Lora Rewbush angrily.
The distracted boy rose and, as he did so, a long pin sank deep into his back.

He extracted it frenziedly, which brought to his ears a protracted and sonorous ripping, too easily located by a final gesture of horror.
"Penrod Schofield!" Mrs.Lora Rewbush had come out into the hallway.
And now, in this extremity, when all seemed lost indeed, particularly including honour, the dilating eye of the outlaw fell upon the blue overalls which the janitor had left hanging upon a peg.
Inspiration and action were almost simultaneous..