Once in the cool cover of the forest, Jim turned toward his hideaway.
You were taking them to the hideaway and the hideaway is part mine.
As he earned money from odd jobs, he began using it to stock his hideaway.
“You promised not to tell when I took you to the hideaway,” objected Jim.
He still felt a little guilty about the matter of the hideaway.
Any trouble was acceptable if she could only show up her brother and find the hideaway.
He led the mare back to the hideaway and tied her to a tree.
He could now leave his hideaway knowing that if it were broken into while he was away he would be warned in time.
At the proper point Ticktock turned off the road toward the hideaway.
