“Here this fellow that calls himself The Misfit is aloose from the Federal Pen and headed toward Florida and you read here what it says he did to these people. Just you read it. I wouldn’t take my children in any direction with a criminal like that aloose in it. I couldn’t answer to my conscience if I did.”
“Lady,” The Misfit said, looking beyond her far into the woods, “there never was a body that give the undertaker a tip.”
“We turned over twice!” said the grandmother.
“We’ve had an ACCIDENT!” the children screamed.
“This place had better turn up in a minute,” Bailey said, “or I’m going to turn around.”
“It’s not much farther,” the grandmother said and just as she said it, a horrible thoughtcame to her.