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[Illustration: A LITTLE DOG SCOOTED BETWEEN PEE-WEE'S LEGS. 

_Roy Blakeley's Camp on Wheels. _ _Page 53_]

 ROY BLAKELEY'S CAMP ON WHEELS

 BY PERCY KEESE FITZHUGH

 _Author of_

 TOM SLADE, BOY SCOUT, TOM SLADE WITH THE COLORS, TOM SLADE WITH THE FLYING CORPS, ROY BLAKELEY, ETC. 

 Illustrated by HOWARD L. HASTINGS

 Published with the approval of THE BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA

 GROSSET & DUNLAP

 PUBLISHERS :: NEW YORK

 Made in the United States of America

 COPYRIGHT, 1920, BY GROSSET & DUNLAP

CONTENTS

 CHAPTER PAGE

 I BREWSTER'S CENTER 1

 II THE HOUSING PROBLEM 5

 III "A WIDE-AWAKE LOT" 11

 IV A WILD NIGHT 17

 V SOMEWHERE IN AMERICA 21

 VI THE BIG B 30

 VII ON TO SKIDDYUNK 34

 VIII LABOR TROUBLES 38

 IX SANDWICHES 45

 X SCOUT HARRIS 51

 XI WE MEET THE CHEERFUL IDIOT 59

 XII ON THE SCREEN 64

 XIII AN INVITATION 70

 XIV PEE-WEE ON SCOUTING 75

 XV TO THE RESCUE 81

 XVI UNCONDITIONAL SURRENDER 87

 XVII A WILD-CAT RIDE 92

 XVIII THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD 100

 XIX WESTY 107

 XX TAKING IT EASY 112

 XXI THE SHERIFF ARRIVES 118

 XXII RAILROADING 123

 XXIII CRAZY STUFF 127

 XXIV UP IN THE AIR 132

 XXV IN THE DARK 137

 XXVI WALTER HARRIS, SCOUT 144

 XXVII "POTS" 150

 XXVIII "SEEN IN THE MOVIES" 154

 XXIX "FOILED" 159

 XXX OUR PATROL "SING" 166

 XXXI FLIMDUNK SIDING 170

 XXXII EXPLORING 177

 XXXIII OUR YOUNG HERO 181

 XXXIV THE TRAIN 186

 XXXV THE PROFITEERS 190

 XXXVI A FRIEND IN NEED 200

 XXXVII TENDERFLOPS AND OTHER FLOPS 206

 XXXVIII ALL ABOARD 213

 ROY BLAKELEY'S

 CAMP ON WHEELS

CHAPTER I

BREWSTER'S CENTRE

Maybe you think just because scouts go camping in the summer time, andtake hikes and all that, that there's nothing to do in the winter. ButI'm always going to stick up for winter, that's one sure thing. 

Anyway, this story isn't exactly a winter story, it's a kind of a fallstory--lightweight. Maybe after this I'll write a heavyweight winterstory. Dorry Benton (he's in my patrol) says that if this story shouldrun into the winter, I can use heavier paper for the last part of it. That fellow's crazy. 

Believe _me_, there's plenty happening in the fall and in the winter;look at nutting and skating and ice-boating. Only last winter there weretwo big fires here in Bridgeboro and one of them was the High School. Gee whiz, what more could you want?

But the best fire I ever went to was when the Brewster's Centre railroadstation burned down. That was three or four years ago, and the railroaddecided that as long as there was going to be a big war in Europe, theywouldn't build a new station. 

It won't do you any good to look on the map for Brewster's Centre, because you won't find it. Even with a microscope you couldn't find it. The reason you can't find it is, because it isn't there. I guess the menwho made the map couldn't make a small enough dot. That's one thing I'mcrazy about--maps. But I hate geography--geography and cough mixture. But I'm crazy about apple dumplings. 

Anyway, you'll have to take my word for it that Brewster's Centre isfour or five stations above Bridgeboro. There isn't any man namedBrewster. He went out West about fifty years ago. I guess he forgot totake his centre with him. Anyway, it's up there. I guess nobody wantsit. 

There are about a dozen people up in Brewster's Centre who go to thecity; gee, you can't blame them. So the railroad put an old passengercar on a side track up there and boarded up the under part so youcouldn't see the wheels, just the same as on a lunch wagon. Theypartitioned off part of the inside of it for a ticket office and made awindow in the boards, and the rest of the car was a waiting-room. Therewas a stove in the corner. It was like the Pennsylvania Station in NewYork, only different. They used the same old sign that used to be on theregular station and it looked funny sprawling all over the side of thatcar. It said:

 Buffalo 398 Mls. --BREWSTER'S CENTER--N. Y. 30 Mls. 

You'd think that Brewster's Centre was the centre of the whole earth. Anyhow it showed two different ways of getting away from there. It's awonder it didn't tell how far it is from Brewster's Centre to Paris. Iguess the moon is about 'steen billion miles from Brewster's Centre. Butone thing, there's a place where you get dandy ice-cream cones up there. 

That's all there is to this chapter. It isn't much of a chapter, hey?But it's big enough for Brewster's Centre. It's a kind of a prologuechapter. It's like Brewster's Centre, because nothing happens in it. Theonly thing that ever happened up there was the fire, and that happenedthree or four years ago. You can't even smell the smoke in this chapter. But just you wait and see what happens. 

CHAPTER II

THE HOUSING PROBLEM

Now comes a _lapse of three years_--I got that out of the movies. Maybeif you've read all about our adventures you'll remember how my patrol, the Silver Foxes, hiked home from Temple Camp last summer. Believe me, that was some hike. The other two patrols came home later by boat. Theysaid they had more fun without us. I should worry about _them_. 

The second night after we were all home I started around to the churchto troop meeting and I met Pee-wee Harris coming scout pace down throughTerrace Street. He's one of the raving Ravens. He was all dolled up likea Christmas tree, with his belt axe hanging to his belt and his scoutknife dangling around his neck and his compass on his wrist like a wristwatch. 

I said, "You look like a hardware store. Where are you going? To chopdown the North Pole?"

He said, "There's bad news waiting for us at troop meeting. "

"Well, it'll have to wait till we get there, " I told him; "I wouldn't goscout pace hunting for bad news. " Cracky, if that kid was on his way tothe electric chair he'd go scout pace. 

"We've got to give up the troop room, " he said; "Doctor Warren told mymother to-day. The men are going to use it for a club. "

"Good night!" I told him; "why should they use a club? We'll get outwithout any trouble; peace at any price. "

"It's a sociable club, " he said. 

"Well, " I told him, "I wouldn't want to get hit with a club no matterhow sociable it is. "

"It's going to be called the forearm club, " he said. 

Gee, I had to laugh. "You mean forum, " I said. "What are you trying todo? Scare the life out of me with clubs and forearms?"

When we got to the troop room all the fellows were standing around, andMr. Ellsworth, our scoutmaster, was there to tell us the worst. 

He said, "Scouts, you'll all remember that this pleasant meeting placewas put at our disposal by Doctor Warren to be used by us until itshould be needed for other purposes. " (This is just what he said, because I asked him to write it out in my troop book afterwards. )"Doctor Warren now informs me that the plans for building a new churchbeing postponed on account of the cost of labor and materials, the useof this room practically every night in the week is imperative. Since weare not actually a part of the church, I think we should insist onrelinquishing it in favor of the many church activities for which thisold building is all too small. We shall presently find another home. Iam sure that every scout in this troop will join me in expressing ourgratitude to Doctor Warren and his good people for their interest in usand their hospitality. I am in hopes that the room in the Public Librarywhere the Red Cross ladies worked may be available to us. Meanwhile, wehave the great scout roof over our heads--the blue heaven. "

"Believe me, " I said, "that great scout roof is all right, only it leakslike the dickens. Anyway, we should worry; we'll find a place. "

So that night we spent taking down our pictures and all our birch barkornaments, and packing our books and getting ready to move. We were upagainst the housing problem, that's what Westy Martin said. 

The next day was Saturday. That's the thing I like best aboutschool--Saturday. So I went into the city to get a new scout suit onaccount of my other one being all torn from our long hike from camp. Icame home on the Woolworth Special, that's the 5. 10 train. On the trainI met Mr. John Temple. He's the man that started Temple Camp. He livesin Bridgeboro and he owns a lot of railroads and things. Anyway, he did, only the government took them. He should worry, he's going to get themback. He's head of the bank, too. Gee, I hope nobody takes that awayfrom him. I've got fifty-seven dollars in that bank. He used to be madat the scouts, but then he found out that he was mistaken and he wentoff and built Temple Camp just out of spite to himself, kind of. Whenever he sees me he's awful nice. 

He said, "Well, Roy, how are the scouts getting on?"

I said: "Believe _me_, they're not getting on, they're getting _out_. Wecan't use the lecture room in the church any more. If we don't get theroom where the Cross Red Nurses were, I don't know where we'll meetWe'll meet in the sweet by and by, I guess. "

He just began to laugh and he said: "Property and real estate are hardto get just now. Rentals are pretty high. "

"Gee whiz, " I told him, "I wouldn't care if it was real estate orimitation estate or any other kind if there was only a room on it. "

He said, laughing all the while, "Well now, I have an idea. How wouldthis strike you? They're finishing the new station up at the Centre. What do you think of that old car for a meeting place? Just for a while, you know, till you can find a regular place somewhere. It has a stoveand seats and. . . . How would that strike you?"

Oh, boy!

"It strikes me so hard it makes a black and blue spot, " I said; "andthat wouldn't be so far to go for meetings. "

He said: "Oh, you wouldn't have to go up there for meetings. If I canarrange to get it for you, I'll have it brought down to Bridgeboro. Idon't know where you could put it or just how you would move it awayfrom the tracks, but it could be done. "

_Oh, bibbie_, wasn't I excited! "We could put it in the field down bythe river, " I said; "oh, it would be simply great!"

Mr. Temple just laughed, and he said, "Well, don't count too much uponit. Uncle Sam has a say in all these things nowadays. But I thinkperhaps I can arrange matters. The car is no use up there; it isn't ofmuch use _anywhere_. I'm afraid the difficult part would be in moving itaway from the tracks when we got it to Bridgeboro. However, we'll see. "

I was so excited that when we got to Bridgeboro I stayed on the trainand went on up to Brewster's Centre just to take a look at the car. Aslong as I was up there I thought I might as well get an ice-cream coneat that place I told you about. Then I hiked it home. 

CHAPTER III

"A WIDE-AWAKE LOT"

In a couple of days I got a letter from Mr. Temple. It came from hisoffice in New York. This is what it said:

 DEAR ROY:

 I have arranged with the railroad people to let you boys have the Brewster's Centre Station car. You will please accept it as a gift to your troop from myself. 

 The freight which passes through Brewster's Centre somewhere around 10 P. M. Will take it on Friday night and leave it on the siding at Bridgeboro. I am going to talk with Mr. Ellsworth about the means of moving it from there to a suitable location. 

 I am informed that the new station will be opened Friday morning, so if you and your companions wish to take possession Friday afternoon, you may do so. But do not make any alterations or bother the local agent until he gives you permission to go ahead. 

 I hope the troop will find this makeshift meeting place suitable till conditions are more favorable for finding a permanent headquarters. 

 Best wishes to you. 

 JOHN TEMPLE. 

Oh, boy, isn't he a peach of a man? I bet we hiked up to Brewster'sCentre a dozen times before Friday. I guess Pee-wee thought the stationwould run away. He couldn't even wait till it got down to Bridgeboro, but asked the girl ticket agent if it would be all right for him tobring some things up, and good night! he showed up Thursday afternoonwith his moving picture outfit and a lot of other stuff. 

On Friday morning the new station was opened. It had a nice littleticket office for the girl to read novels in. So on Friday afternoon weall went up and took the boarding away from under the car and piled itinside, because we thought we might use it again. The part that wasboarded off for a ticket office was at one end, and in the other partthe seats were left just the same as in a regular car. It was nice inthere, especially for meetings where somebody had to talk to us, only inour troop most always everybody is talking at once, especially Pee-wee. He talks so fast that he interrupts himself. 

After we got the windows washed and the boards from underneath piledinside and the little ticket office all cleaned out, it was about sixo'clock. Westy Martin (he's in my patrol) said if would be a lot of funfor some of us to stay and come down in the car. 

"I'll stay!" Pee-wee shouted. 

"How about _you_?" Westy asked me. 

I said: "We're going to have apple turnovers for dessert to-night, but Ishould worry, I'll stay. "

Most of the fellows had to go home on account of their lessons, but Ididn't have any lessons, because my teacher had to go to a lecture. That's the only thing I like about lectures. Westy always does hislessons right after school, before he goes out. Then in case he getskilled his lessons are done. He's a careful kid. Anyway, all of us hateto do lessons on Saturday, because that's scouting day. 

The fellows that said they'd stay were Pee-wee Harris and Wig-WagWeigand (they're both raving Ravens), and Connie Bennett of the Elks (hewears glasses), and Westy Martin, and dear little Roy Blakeley, that'sme. I use glasses, too--when I drink ice-cream sodas. The rest of thetroop went home and they said they'd all be down at the siding near theBridgeboro Station early in the morning. 

Westy had his camp outfit along and we had a lot of fun that nightcooking supper in that old car. Westy and Pee-wee went up to the storeand got some eggs and stuff, and I made a dandy omelet. I flopped itover all right and Connie Bennett said it would do for a good turn, because I hadn't done any good turn that day. Pee-wee just turned arounda couple of times and said that was his--he should worry. 

After supper we took a little hike in the woods but we didn't stay verylong, because we were afraid that freight might come along ahead oftime. Safety first. When we got back we sat around on the plush seatswaiting for the freight and jollying Pee-wee. 

It got to be about half-past ten, but still the freight didn't come. Every little while one of us would go out and hold an ear down to thetrack and listen. You can hear a train about ten miles off that way. 

"If it's coming at all it must be coming on tiptoe, " I said. 

"Or else it's wearing rubbers, " Wig answered back. 

"Maybe it's stalking a cow that's on the track, " I said, "and has tosneak along quietly. We should worry. "

Pretty soon we began getting sleepy. Pee-wee said he wasn't exactlysleepy, but he guessed he'd lie down a little while. That was the end of_him_. If there had been an earthquake it wouldn't have stirred him. Theonly thing that could have awakened him would have been his own voice, only he doesn't talk in his sleep. 

Pretty soon Wig said it was funny how Pee-Wee could fall asleep so easyand he guessed he'd just sprawl on one of the seats and _think_. Goodnight! but didn't he snore while he was _thinking_. All of a suddenWesty went sliding down to the floor and I dragged him up on the seatagain. He was dead to the world. 

"Believe _me_, " I said to Connie; "what do you know about that? I'lllaugh if that freight comes along and gives us a good bunk. Look atthat trio, will you?" He just didn't answer me at all. 

"G-o-o-d night!" I said to myself; "wake me early, mother dear. "

All of a sudden I happened to think of something that Mr. Temple said ina speech about the scouts being such a wide-awake lot. Gee whiz, Ilaughed so much that I just lay down on the seat and held my sides. 

That's the last that _I_ remember. I guess I fainted from laughing sohard. 

CHAPTER IV

A WILD NIGHT

Now I'll tell you just exactly what happened while I was lying on thatseat. Charlie Chaplin came to me and he said, "General Pershing says foryou to get off of that barrel. " I said, "I won't get off of the barreltill I finish eating this apple. " Then he said, "If you don't get offthe barrel, we'll shoot the barrel out from under you. "

So then General Pershing and Charlie Chaplin began wheeling a whole lotof cannons so as to make a big circle around me. And all the whileDouglas Fairbanks was standing there laughing. Then they began shootingat the barrel, and every time a cannon ball hit the barrel it wouldjoggle and almost shake me off. Sometimes the barrel stood up on edgeand then a cannon ball would knock it back again and it would go dancingevery which way with me on it. I had to hang on for dear life. Prettysoon I got mad (gee whiz, you couldn't blame me) and I threw the coreof the apple at General Pershing, and he began to laugh. He said, "Neverhit me!"

Pretty soon the barrel got knocked over sideways and I was sprawling allover it trying to keep on top while it rolled down a hill. All the whileCharlie Chaplin was running after me and trying to hook me with his caneand somebody shouted, "What does it say on the waybill? Look on thewaybill!" And I could hear a sound like whistling. Then, good night! allof a sudden I went kerflop off the barrel. Just then a man shouted, "Allon!" I guess he meant all _off_. Anyway, I didn't care, because I waslying in an automobile and jogging along awful nice and easy. 

In the morning I was lying on the floor of the car with my arm aroundConnie Bennett's leg. Every one of those four fellows was dead to theworld. I pushed up the shutter that had slipped down, like they alwaysdo, and looked out of the window. Right outside was a barrel. But Ididn't see General Pershing. There was a big field right near, and overfarther was a lake. It was a dandy lake, with woods on the oppositeshore. There were big high mountains, too, all bright on top, becausethe sun was coming up over them. 

I went out on the platform and looked up the track. I could see way faroff till the tracks went to a point. The car was on a siding. Not veryfar off I could see smoke curling up and I knew there must be a housethere somewhere. On the other side from the lake was a store with aplatform in front of it. It wasn't open yet. 

I went in and washed my hands and face at the water cooler, then wentout and looked again. But there wasn't anything to see, only the lakeand the woods and the smoke curling up among the trees, and the storeright near. I got out and looked at the side of the car. There was thebig sign sprawling all over it. 

 Buffalo 398 Mls. --BREWSTER'S CENTER--N. Y. 30 Mls. 

That place wasn't Bridgeboro, that was one sure thing. Because, geewhiz, I know Bridgeboro when I see it. And it wasn't Brewster's Centre, either. 

I went in and began shaking Pee-wee, but it wasn't any use. Then I gaveWesty a good shove and I shouted at him, "Wake up, the plot growsthicker. We're somewhere, but I don't know where. We're lost, strayed orstolen. Wake up, your country needs you. "

He sat up in the seat, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Then he said, kindof half asleep, "I--s--s--s--a--t--day? Wha'--we--doin'--a--a--a--here?"

I said, "It's Saturday, and we're here because we're here. But I don'tknow where. There's a lake and a lot of woods and some mountains. "

"Le's see 'em, " he said. 

"Look out of the window, " I told him. 

He just yawned, "Where are they? Outside?"

"They're on the landscape, " I told him; "come on, we'll go and stalkthem before they sneak away. Get up, you lazy . . . "

Just then Connie Bennett rolled over and sat up and tried to keep hiseyes open while he looked out of the window. 

"Wass become Bridgeboro?" he said. 

"It just went out to get some rolls for breakfast, " I said; "it'll beright back. "

"Where are we at?" he wanted to know. 

"Search _me_, " I told him; "all I know is I was rolling down a hill on abarrel and Charlie Chaplin was running after me. There's the barrel outthere now. "

CHAPTER V

SOMEWHERE IN AMERICA

As soon as I mentioned Charlie Chaplin's name, Pee-wee woke up. CharlieChaplin is one of his favorite heroes; George Washington, Napoleon, andCharlie Chaplin--and Tyler's milk chocolate. 

"Where are we?" he began shouting. "There's a lake! Look at the lake!What's that lake doing here?"

"That lake has got as much right here as you have, " I told him. 

Of course, as soon as Pee-wee began shouting Wig Weigand woke up, andafter the whole four of them were through stretching and gaping, we hada meeting of the General Staff. 

I said, "Something happened in the night. The first thing for us to dois to find out where we are. We can't go home till we know where we haveto go from. "

"I don't care where we are, " Pee-wee shouted; "the first thing is tohave breakfast. " Cracky, he's like all the Ravens; always thinkingabout eats. 

"We can't eat breakfast till we know where we're eating it, " I told him;"we've got to find out where we're at. "

"You make me tired, " he shouted; "will you answer me one question?"

"Sure, ask me an answer and I'll question you, " I said. 

"Are we in the Brewster's Centre Railroad Station or not?" he yelled. 

"Sure we are, " Westy said. 

"Then we know where we are, don't we?" Pee-wee came back. "A location isa place, isn't it?"

"Yes, but where's the station?" Connie piped up. 

"Pee-wee's right, " I said; "we should worry about where the Brewster'sCentre Station is. We're on the earth, aren't we?"

"Sure we are, " Wig said. 

"All right, " I told him; "we don't know where the earth is, do we?"

"It's right here, " Westy said. 

"Yes, but where is _here_?" I shot back at him. 

"Search me, " Westy said. 

"Just the same as if you say a place is _up_, " I told him; "how high isup? Suppose the lights go out, where do they go? How do _we_ know? Butanyway, we know they go out. "

"Sure, that's rhetoric, " Pee-wee shouted. 

"You mean logic, " I told him. "Nobody really knows where he's at. Eventhe smartest man in the world doesn't know where he's at. What do _we_care? Just because the earth is in the Solar System, that doesn't say wehave to tell where the Solar System is, does it? We're in the Brewster'sCentre Railroad Station and the Brewster's Centre Railroad Station issomewhere in France--I mean somewhere in the Solar System. SecretaryHines has charge of the railroads--he should worry. Come on, let's getbreakfast. "

We only had enough stuff to last for about one meal, so we put all ourmoney together and counted it up. We had forty-two cents, and an eraser, and a subway ticket, and a little hunk of icing from a piece of cake, and a trolley zone ticket, and two animal crackers. I dumped the moneyand the hunk of icing and the two animal crackers into Connie's hand(because he's our troop treasurer anyway). "Here, " I told him; "foodwill win the war, don't waste it. "

I made some coffee and then we fixed two of the seats facing each otherand two of the fellows sat on one seat and two on the other with a pieceof board between them. 

There was a red flag on that car and I used it for an apron. Some chef, hey? The heating stove was in the little ticket office and I just passedthe tin cups out through the window, and each time I called "one coffee"and slapped it down on the counter. I guess I'll be a waiter in Child'safter I'm not a child any more--that's a joke. Anyway, it was lucky wehad some Uneeda crackers; we needed them enough, believe _me_. 

After breakfast, Westy said, "There ought to be a town somewhere aroundhere. "

"Look around and see if you can see it, " I told him; "maybe it ran awaywhen it saw us coming. "

He and Connie were just going to start out looking for the town, when aman came along and went up the steps of the platform in front of thestore. I guess he kept the store. He had a big straw hat on and onesuspender over his left shoulder. He had a little beard like a billygoat. When he got up on the platform he stood there staring at us. Pretty soon a couple more men came and they all stood there in front ofthe store, staring. 

"I think we're pinched, " Westy said. 

"I wonder how much we can buy for forty-two cents in that store, "Pee-wee wanted to know. 

"About forty-two cents' worth, " I told him. 

"That won't keep us alive for one day, " he said. 

"Are you thinking about lunch already?" I asked him. "You should worryabout lunch. All we have to do is to send a telegram to Bridgeboro andMr. Temple will have another freight pick us up. We can be back there byto-night. I don't know where we are, but if we got here in one night, wecan get back in one day, can't we? Anybody that knows anything aboutgeometry can tell that. You should worry, we won't starve. "

"What'll you say in the telegram?" he wanted to know. 

"_Lost, strayed or stolen. Tag, you're it. Come and find us. _ How wouldthat do?" I asked him. "We'll send it in your handwriting, then they'llknow who it's from. "

_Good night_, you should have seen that kid. He jumped up on one of theseats and began shouting, "Do you think I'm a _quitter_? Do you thinkI'm going to send and ask anybody to take me home?"

"You're a raving Raven, " Westy began, laughing. 

"Do you think a raving Raven--I'm _not_ a raving Raven, " Pee-wee justyelled, he was so excited; "you think you're funny, don't you? Do youthink I'm a big baby?"

"Not so very big, " Connie said. 

Pee-wee just stood there, yelling at us, "If _you_ want to send wordhome, go ahead. You admit yourself you're somewhere--don't you?"

"Shout a little louder and they'll hear you in Bridgeboro, " Wig said;"and then we won't have to wire them. "

"It isn't up to us, is it?" Pee-wee yelled. "Some train or other broughtus here. When they find out they made a mistake, let them take us awayagain. What do we care? It's none of our business. It's up to thecolonel, I mean the general or whatever you call him, of railroads. Wecan get along all right; we're scouts, aren't we?"

"How about school?" Westy said. 

"How are they going to get the school here, all the way fromBridgeboro?" Pee-wee shouted. 

"That settles it, " Connie said. 

"Sure it settles it, " Pee-wee shouted; "and besides, Monday is ColumbusDay--and Monday night, too. That's a holiday. "

"There are a lot of Knights of Columbus, but there's only one ColumbusDay, " Westy shouted at him. 

"They'll find out where we are in three days, won't they?" Pee-weescreamed. "_I_ say let's stay here. _I_ say let's be too proud to sendfor help. "

"Sure, we should worry, " I said. 

"That's what _I_ say, " Connie shouted. 

"Scouts don't ask for help, do they?" Pee-wee yelled at the top of hisvoice. 

I said, "No, but believe me, scouts like to eat. I know one scout thatdoes, anyway. What are we going to eat between now and next Monday orTuesday or Wednesday?"

"We'll find a way, " Pee-wee shouted. "Maybe they'll pick us up to-night, you can't tell. Anyway, I'm not going to be a quitter. Whenever I haveto do anything I can always find a way. We can have a movie show, can'twe? We can charge ten cents. We can have it to-night. You needn't sign_my_ name to any telegrams. "

"How can we have a movie show when there isn't any town here?" Westywanted to know. 

"We'll find the town, " Pee-wee shouted; "it must be somewhere. "

Connie said, "Oh, it's probably somewhere. "

"Sure it is, " Pee-wee hollered; "and I've got that Temple Camp film inthe machine. Remember about those scouts that were lost for a week inthe Maine woods? We're not as bad off as they were, are we?"

"Sure we're not, " I said; "this is only the main line. Maybe it's only abranch line. "

"Do you mean to tell me that scouts can't get along when they're lost ona branch line?" he wanted to know. "Scouts can do anything, can't they?If I have to do something, I just do it. If I can't do it, I do itanyway. I can find a way, all right. "

"Bully for you! Hurrah for P. Harris!" we began shouting. 

"Do you think I'm going to starve?" he screamed. 

"Gee whiz, it never looked that way to me, " I said. 

"Why should we go home while we're waiting?" he yelled at us. 

"Look out, you'll fall off the seat, " Connie said. 

"We're here because we're here, you can't deny that!" the kid fairlyscreeched, all the while hanging onto one of those cage things they putbundles in, so he wouldn't fall off. "And I say we just stay here untilthey take us back in what-do-you-call-it--triumph--and put us where webelong. This is our station. No matter where it is, it's our station. We're good at tracking. If there's a town we'll trail it. "

"If it's hiding we'll find it, " I shouted; "hip, hip and a couple ofhurrahs for P. Harris, scout!"

CHAPTER VI

THE BIG B

So we decided that we wouldn't send any telegrams or anything, and thatwe'd stay right there in Brewster's Centre Station till the railroadtook us away and put us where we belonged. We said it was up to them. Westy's mother knew he had his "eats" outfit along, and I guess all ourfamilies knew about there being a stove and coal in the car. Anyway, youcan bet that scouts' mothers don't worry about them when they're away. Gee whiz, my mother worries more about me when I'm home, because Ialways eat a lot of pie and cake when I'm home. And I'm always using the'phone. 

We all said it would be a lot of fun to camp out in that car and to justnot pay any attention to what had happened. When we got home, we'd behome. We decided on some poetry that we'd send to the Bridgeboro _News_when we got back. It isn't much good, but anyway, this is it:

 We started out to wander, We didn't mean to roam. We're here because we're here, And when we're home we're home. 

 We hope they'll come and get us, But we're not in a hurry. We've got forty-two cents and a movie outfit, We should worry. 

That isn't much good, is it? Anyway, we decided that the next thing todo was to find out if there was a town anywhere around. There wasn't anyrailroad station, that was sure. Now all the time that we were havingthat rumpus in the car, those men stood over there on the platform infront of that store, staring and staring and staring. 

Pretty soon they all came over and the man with one suspender said, "Thar be'nt no growed-up man along o' you youngsters, be there?"

Westy told him no. 

Then he looked us all over, very easy like, and he said, "Yer chorin' onthe railroad?"

I said, "We're boy sprouts and this is Brewster's Centre. "

He said, "Brewster's Centre? Whar?"

I said, "Right here in this car. "

He just looked all around and then he said, "They haint cal'latin' onchangin' the name of this here taown ter Brewster's Centre, be they?"

"'Cause that won't go here, " another one of the men said. "We wuzpromised a station, but we haint goin' ter have no changin' of names. The railroad folks tried that down ter Skunk Hollow, settin' up ajim-crack station, all red shingles and fancy roof, and callin' it OzoneValley. But they can't come any of that business up here. "

"After Eb Brewster, too, " the other man said; "and him crazier'n aloon. "

"Hadn't ought ter be thirty mile nuther, " the man with one suspendersaid; "that three oughter be an eight. Noow York is eighty mile on therail. "

They all stood there squinting up at the _Brewster's Centre_ sign, andall of a sudden I had a thought and I whispered to the fellows, "Don'tspoil the plot, it's growing thicker. Let me do the talking. "

One of the men said to the others, "I alluz allowed Eb was jest talkin'crazy when he said haow he had friends amongst them big railroadmaganates. But the taown haint never goin' to stand fer this, ithaint. "

Then I spoke up and said very sober-like, "What _used_ to be the name ofthis town?"

The man said, "'Taint youster; _'tis_. This here taown is Ridgeboro, Noow York, and so it'll stay, by thunder!"

"Good night!" I said, and all the fellows started to laugh. 

Because then I knew how it was. We must have been picked up by the wrongtrain--a train going the other way. And the conductor must have had_Ridgeboro_ instead of _Bridgeboro_ on his paper. Oh, boy, that was somebull. And just as luck would have it, the people of that place wereexpecting the railroad to give them a new station. I didn't know wherethe old station was; I guessed there wasn't any. 

Connie whispered to me, "Who do you suppose Eb Brewster is?"

"Search _me_, " I told him; "but I bet he'll be tickled to death to findthat the town is named after him. "

CHAPTER VII

ON TO SKIDDYUNK

I didn't want him to ask us any more questions, so I said I guessed we'dgo and look for the town if he would tell us where we could find it. Hegot kind of mad at that, because that was the town right there, and allthe while we didn't know it. Gee whiz, how could _we_ tell? He said someday that town would be as big as Skiddyunk and that once upon a time NewYork had only one store, too. 

"It has one store three or four now, " I said. 

Then he told us that Skiddyunk was about one mile along the track andthat we'd see it as soon as we got around the bend. I guess Ridgeborowas just kind of on the edge of Skiddyunk. Gee whiz, if the railroad wasgoing to give it a station, that station ought not to be a car. Awheelbarrow would be good enough. 

"I wish we had some money, I know that, " Connie said, as we werewalking along the ties. "That's the only thing that's worrying _me_. "

"Same here, " I told him, "but we're going to have a lot of fun here, believe me; I can see it coming. "

"Keep your eyes peeled and see if you see a train coming, " Westy said. Can you beat that fellow? Oh, but he's a reckless boy--not. 

"Careful Carl, " I said. 

"What do you do with all the money you spend?" Connie wanted to know. 

"Oh, I save it, " I told him; "ask me another one. "

"Who do you think Eb Brewster is?" Pee-wee piped up. 

"He's the man the town is named after, " I said; "good night, there'sgoing to be some fun around this way. I'm glad I'm not the railroad. "

"I bet those men will take that sign down, " Wig said. 

"I bet they'll put it up again, then, " I told him. 

"Are you going to tell them the station is for them?" Pee-wee asked me. 

"A scout is truthful, " I said; "why should I tell them that? I'm justgoing to keep still and see what happens. I may decide to name the carafter Eb Brewster. I should worry. We can name it after anybody we wantto name it after, can't we? Jiminetty, I'm glad we're here; we droppedin at the right place. "

"One thing, I'm glad Monday's Columbus Day, " Pee-wee said. 

"Believe _me_" I told him, "Columbus never discovered anything likethis. I could kind of read in that man's face, the one with thesuspender----"

"He didn't have the suspender on his face, " Pee-wee shouted. 

"Take a demerit for that, and stay after school, " I told him. "I couldkind of read in that man's face, that there is going to be some fun inRidgeboro. "

"A tempest in a teapot, hey?" Westy said. 

"You ought to apologize to the next teapot you meet, " I shot back athim. "Teapots aren't so small. "

 * * * * *

Pretty soon we got around the bend and then we could see the SkiddyunkStation. It was a regular station with a platform and everything, allfancy kind of. 

"It makes the poor little Brewster's Centre Station look like a dollarand a quarter, " Connie said. 

I said, "I haven't seen a dollar and a quarter for so long that I can'ttell, but the Brewster's Centre Station has traveled; that's whatcounts. "

Before we got to the station we saw where tracks branched off from thetracks we were following, so we knew that all the trains that passedSkiddyunk didn't pass Ridgeboro. I guess they didn't bother with thatplace much. At the Skiddyunk Station we got a time table and found thatonly one train a day passed Ridgeboro. It didn't go much further thanRidgeboro. I guess it got sick, hey? It only went as far as Slopson. Then we asked the express agent about freight trains and he said that afreight train went along that branch line every three days. He saidthere wouldn't be another one going east till Tuesday morning. 

Oh, boy, weren't we glad!

"I'll miss French and civil government, " Westy said. 

Connie said he'd only miss history. 

"I'll lose English and geography, " I said; "but I won't miss them. Comeon up the main street and let's see if we can find an ice-cream store. "

CHAPTER VIII

LABOR TROUBLES

Skiddyunk was a nice town only, one thing, there were industrialdisturbances there. Maybe you know what those are, hey? The boy thatdelivered the newspapers was on a strike. He was on a sympathy strike, that's what the man in the candy store told us. He was on a sympathystrike on account of the steel strikers. He read in a book that carwheels are made out of compressed paper sometimes, and as long as someof them were made out of steel, too, he decided he wouldn't deliver thepapers that Saturday, on account of the newspaper being printed onpaper. Gee whiz, I don't see how a paper could be printed on anythingelse except paper. That paper only came out twice a week, because therewasn't much news in Skiddyunk. 

As long as we only had forty-two cents we decided it was best to buyfive ice-cream cones, because then we'd have only seventeen cents leftand we couldn't send a telegram. Pee-wee said it was best not to haveany temptation to send a telegram. 

We asked the man in the candy store if he thought the people who livedin Skiddyunk would come to a movie show in Ridgeboro that night. He saidthey would if they knew about it, only he didn't see where we could haveit there. So then we told him about our car. 

He said, "Is it a movie theatre?"

"You said it, " I told him; "it moves all over. Even the Strand Theatrein New York doesn't move so much. And anyway, " I said, "are there anyfish in that lake?"

He said if there were only as many people up there in Ridgeboro as therewere fish in the lake that Ridgeboro would be as big as New York. 

"Good night!" I said. 

He said they just stood in a row up there waiting to be caught. He saidnobody had to starve around that way, if he had a fish-hook. 

I said, "I wouldn't eat a fish-hook no matter how hungry I was. "

He was a nice man, that fellow in the candy store. He started to laughand he said he guessed we wouldn't starve, because he could see we werea wide-awake lot. 

"You ought to have seen us last night, " Wig said; "we reminded ourselvesof Rip Van Winkle. "

So then he told us it would be good for us to see Mr. Tarkin who printedthe Skiddyunk _News_. First we got some fish-hooks and a ball of cordand then we had five cents left--a cent each. Never laugh at poverty. Then we went to the place where the Skiddyunk _News_ was printed andasked for Mr. Tarkin. He was in a little bit of an office with papersall over the floor. 

I said, "We're boy scouts and our railroad car that we're going to usefor a troop room is on a side track up at Ridgeboro, because it wasbrought there by mistake and we want to have a movie show in itto-night. " I told him all about the whole thing, just how it happened, and I asked him if he thought the people would come. 

Pee-wee piped up and said, "We have pictures of Temple Camp where we goin the summer, and they show scouts doing all kinds of things--rowingand cooking and hiking and climbing trees and eating. "

Mr. Tarkin said, "And eating, eh?"

"Sure, and snoring, " Pee-wee said. Cracky, I could hardly keep astraight face. 

"There's a picture showing me peeling potatoes and another one where I'mstirring soup, " the kid told him, "and a lot of other peachyadventures. "

Mr. Tarkin said, "I should call the soup picture a _stirring_ adventure. I'm afraid that potato peeling scene would be too thrilling for oursimple people. "

"Anyway, " I said, "if we could help you on account of the strike maybeyou'd be willing to help us let the people know--maybe. "

"If they don't know they can't come, can they?" Pee-wee said. 

Mr. Tarkin just sat back and laughed and laughed and laughed. Jiminies, you wouldn't think he had labor troubles, the way he laughed. Then hebegan asking us a lot of questions about the scouts and he asked us ifmost of them were like Pee-wee. He said they didn't have any scouts inSkiddyunk. 

After a while he kind of sobered up and he said, "I wonder if the boyscouts would make good strike-breakers?"

"Sure we would, " Pee-wee shouted; "breaking things is our middle name. "

"He even breaks the rules, " I said. 

"When there isn't anything to break, he _makes_ breaks, " Westy said. 

Then Mr. Tarkin told us how the boy that delivered the papers was on astrike. He said it wasn't much of a sympathy strike, because nobody hadany sympathy for him. He said that boy wanted a one-hour day and an hourand a half for lunch. I couldn't tell whether that man was jollying usor not. Anyway, the papers weren't delivered, that was one sure thing, and he told us that if we would deliver them for him, he'd boom ourmovie show, so that people would be standing up in that car. 

"Believe _me_, " I told him; "they _usually_ stand up in the cars downour way. "

Then he told us that the boy that was on a strike could deliver all thepapers himself because he had a flivver, but that he'd let all five ofus do it because we had to walk and because we didn't know the streetsin that town. 

I said, "You leave it to us. "

So then he gave us a list of all the people that had papers delivered attheir houses and we made five routes. I took all the papers for MainStreet and Westy took all the papers for three other streets and Connieand Wig took the rest, all except a few scattered around in differentparts of town, and Pee-wee took those, because he makes a specialty ofscout pace. I thought that maybe we'd have trouble about finding someplaces, but what did _we_ care? It was early. 

While we were planning all about how we'd do, Mr. Tarkin called me intothe room where they did the printing and showed me a handbill he hadmade up. He said, "As long as you're a scout I guess you'd better writethe copy for this yourself, and I'll have it set up and run off whileyou're getting ready to start out. Then you can slip one into everypaper you deliver. How does that strike you?"

"Oh, it'll be great!" I said. 

Then he said I mustn't write too much, because there wasn't much time toset it up. This is what I made up and I could have made a better oneonly I was in such a hurry. First I was going to take it out into theoffice and ask the fellows about it, but I decided I wouldn't becausethey were busy mapping out their routes. Anyway, I didn't want Pee-weeto know what I said about him. 

 _ATTENTION!_

 Big Movie Show in Boy Scout Traveling Theatre Opposite Store in Ridgeboro. 

 TO-NIGHT. 

 ADMISSION TEN CENTS. 

 See the Boy Scouts in Their Native Haunts. 

 Swimming, Tracking, Racing, Eating, Diving, Stalking, Snoring!

 See Scout Harris in His Stirring Soup-Stirring Feat!

 ONLY TEN CENTS! TO-NIGHT. 

CHAPTER IX

SANDWICHES

When we got back from delivering the papers, Mr. Tarkin said he had agood idea but that he was afraid that maybe we wouldn't like it. Hesaid, "Do boy scouts believe in advertising? What is your opinion ofsandwiches?"

I said, "We eat 'em alive. Do you want us to advertise some new kind ofham?"

"No, sir, " he said; "I'm going to suggest a plan for advertising yourmovie show. Something _striking_. "

Then he began laughing and he brought out a couple of big placards aboutas big as window-panes. They had fresh printing on them, all in great, big letters, and this is what they said:

 _TO-NIGHT!_ Boy Scout Movie Show in Railroad Traveling Movie Palace. One Night Only. _RIDGEBORO RIDGEBORO_ TEN CENTS. DON'T MISS IT!

He said, "Now this is a sandwich. "

Pee-wee just stood there gaping at it and I said to him, "What's thematter? Do you want to eat it?"

The two big placards were tied together at the top with a rope and Mr. Tarkin slipped them over Pee-wee so that one covered the front of himand the other covered his back. You couldn't see anything but his headand his feet. Mr. Tarkin began laughing and the fellows all screamed. 

"Now you're a sandwich man, " Mr. Tarkin said; "you're the inside part. "

"You're a hunk of cheese, " I said. 

"You're a sardine, " Connie shouted. 

_Oh, boy_, you should have seen Pee-wee! He just stood there looking allaround him, his head sticking up from between those two big placards, while the rest of us danced around him, just hooting. Crinkums! It wasthe funniest thing I ever saw. Even Mr. Tarkin was laughing so hard hecould hardly speak. 

"Walk over to the window and back again, " he said. 

Honest, I can't tell you about it. I just sat on the counter andscreamed. Westy had his arms folded and he was just doubled up, laughing. Pee-wee strutted around and you couldn't see any part of him, except just his head. It was as good as a circus. 

"Smile and look pretty, " I said. 

"Our young hero, " Connie giggled. 

"Let's see you go scout pace, " Wig said. 

"Advancing stealthily, " I said; "our young hero charged upon the hootingmultitude and----"

"Look at him turn around, " Wig laughed; "look at him try to read it. Oh, save me!"

Pee-wee was swinging around like a sailing ship in the wind and craninghis neck and trying to read the printing. All of a sudden he lifted thewhole thing off. 

"Do you think I'd wear that thing?" he yelled. "What do you think I am?"

"If you'd just stroll up and down Main Street with that, " Mr. Tarkinsaid; "it would attract attention----"

"G--o--o--d _night_! You _said_ it!" I just blurted out. 

"I wouldn't do it!" Pee-wee shouted "Do you think I'm a dunce? Do youthink I'm going to march up and down Main Street with that thing on, like a--like a scarecrow--with all you fellows laughing at me?"

"You look too sweet for anything, " Westy told him. 

"You think you're so smart, " Pee-wee shot back; "why don't _you_ do it?"

"I'm too big, " Westy said; "Connie's the best looking; let _him_ do it. "

Connie said, "After you; sandwiches always disagreed with _me_. "

"You make me tired, " Pee-wee yelled; "I've seen you eat a dozen!"

"Let Roy do it, " Connie said. 

"I'd be tickled to death, " I told him, "only I'm patrol leader and Ihave to be dignified. "

"Well, you won't catch _me_ doing it, " Pee-wee shouted. 

"Same here, " Connie said. 

"You all make me tired, " I told them; "afraid of being laughed at!"

Just then Mr. Tarkin asked me to carry a bundle of paper into theprinting shop in the back of the office, and as soon as I got in there Isaw about a dozen or so of those placards in a big waste paper box. Iasked the printing man why he had printed so many, and he said they wereonly proofs or kind of samples that he made while he was trying to printa good one. 

"Oh, boy, " I said to myself; "I'll fix that bunch. "

So I went out into the office and I said, "I suppose all you crazyIndians claim to be good sports. Maybe some of you know how to be goodlosers. Suppose we draw lots and see who goes up and down Main Street asa sandwich man. I'll make five slips of paper and the one who draws theone with number three on it will have to go out. What do you say?"

First nobody was willing, because each fellow said that if he went out, all the other fellows would laugh at him. 

"You should worry, " I said; "I'll fix it so nobody laughs at anybodyelse--positively guaranteed. "

"How can you be sure?" Pee-wee wanted to know. 

"You leave it to me, " I told him; "nobody will have anything on anybodyelse. Absolutely, positively guaranteed. If not satisfied bring yoursandwich in and get it exchanged for a hunk of pie. "

So then I tore five slips of paper and I put a _three_ on every one ofthem. I knew how to handle that bunch. 

"I'll draw first, " Pee-wee shouted. 

Good night, you should have seen that kid when he drew number three! Allthe fellows began kidding him and saying he was unlucky. Then cameConnie, and _he_ drew three, and then Wig and, oh, boy, I just can'ttell you about it. Each fellow stood there staring at his little slipand I drew the last one. 

"There you are, " I said; "we're all stung and everybody's got the laughon everybody else. So what's the use of laughing at all? That's logic. "

"Sure it is, " Pee-wee yelled; "how can anybody laugh at anybody wheneverybody is laughing at everybody else?"

"It can't be did, " Connie said. "We're all stung, Roy too. "

"You can't laugh at anybody, " Pee-wee piped up, all the while hoistingthose big placards up over his head, "unless the person you laugh at hasgot something about him that you can laugh at that nobody else has abouthim that anybody else can laugh at----"

"You're talking in chunks, " Westy said. 

"If everybody gets a prize then it isn't a prize, is it?" Pee-weescreamed. 

"Sure, you can do that by long division, " I told him. "Come on and let'sstart the parade. "

CHAPTER X

SCOUT HARRIS

That was some parade! The whole five of us marched up and down MainStreet looking as sober as we could, Pee-wee strutting along at the headof the line and every now and then getting his feet tangled up with theedge of the big frames, and stumbling all over himself. 

"Don't laugh, " I said; "every one of us is as bad as another, if notworse; keep a straight face and march in step; the public is with us. "

Oh, boy, you ought to have seen the people laugh. I guess mostly theylaughed because we kept such straight faces, except when Pee-weestumbled all over himself; then we had to howl. Everybody stopped andstared at us and read the signs and laughed. 

Pretty soon we passed an automobile full of girls that was standing infront of a store. They were camp-fire girls, because they had on khakimiddies or whatever you call them with kind of, you know, braid thingslike snakes around their necks. One of them had a banner that said _CampSmile Awhile_. 

Pee-wee turned around and whispered, "Did you see that girl smile whenshe looked at me?"

"Smile!" I said, "that's nothing; the first time I ever saw you Ilaughed out loud. Keep your eyes straight ahead and look pretty--as ifyou were posing for animal crackers. "

When we got to the corner, Pee-wee turned around and marched back, justbecause he wanted to pass those girls again. He made himself as tall ashe could, so as he wouldn't trip over the placards. Honest, he lookedjust like a turtle standing up on its hind legs and waddling along andpoking its head around this way and that. 

"Don't laugh, " he said, just as we passed the girls. 

"Oh, _isn't_ he just too _cute_ for _anything_!" one of them said. 

"Isn't he just a little dear!" another one said. 

"Oh, me, oh, my, " I whispered to Westy who was just in front of me. "Pee-wee's got them started. Isn't he the little heart-breaker?"

He marched back again when we got to the other corner, standing up ashigh as he could, so as to lift the placards and looking straight aheadof him with a sober face. 

"_Oh_, I think he's just as _cute_ as he can _be_, " one of the girls inthe auto said. 

Just then a little dog came running out of one of the stores and scootedbetween Pee-wee's legs and _good night_, down he went, sprawling on theground with one leg kicking through one of the big placards and his armsall mixed up in the rope. 

"Watch your step, " I said. I just couldn't help it. 

"Where's that dog?" Pee-wee yelled, all the while trying to straightenthings out and get up. "I'll--I'll----"

"A scout is always kind to animals, " Wig said; "the poor little dog wasin a hurry, that was all. "

"That dog was going scout pace, " I said; "you should worry. "

By now, Pee-wee was all tangled up with the two big placards and therope that had held them together, and the whole business, Pee-wee, placards, rope and all, looked like a double sailor's knot having anepileptic fit. Laugh! We simply screamed. 

"Get up, you're blocking the traffic, " I said. 

"It's got around my leg, " he shouted. 

"That's what you get for trying to show off, " Westy told him. "Talkabout your soup-stirring scene! It can't be mentioned alongside ofthis. "

By now, Pee-wee had managed to scramble to his feet, and he stood therestaring around as if he didn't know what had struck him. One of theplacards was all torn and muddy and hanging by one rope and the otherpiece of rope was wound around his leg. Honest, I never knew that onelittle dog could make such a wreck. 

"You look as if you'd been torpedoed, " Wig said; "stand still till webrush you off. Turn around and smile and look pretty. "

By that time all the girls had gotten out of the auto and were crowdingaround Pee-wee, brushing him off and asking him if he was hurt. 

"Oh, it's _just_ too _bad_, " one of them said; "his nice khaki jacket istorn. I'm going to fix it. We've got needles and thread and everythingright in the machine, because we're on our way to camp. "

"I don't need to have it fixed, " Pee-wee said; "I can fix it myself. Scouts can do everything like that. "

"Yes, but they can't sew, " the girl said. 

"Sure, they can do everything, " Pee-wee told her. "Maybe you think, " hesaid, all the while pounding the dust out of his clothes, "maybe youthink that just because I fell down--gee, that could happen to thesmartest man--even--even--_Edison_----"

"Sure, " I said, "lots of times Edison fell down. "

"Scouts can do anything, " Pee-wee said. I guess after what had happenedhe wanted to let those girls know that just because a scout fell down, it didn't prove he wasn't smart. 

"Hurrah for P. Harris, " I said. 

"Oh, is _he_ P. Harris?" one of the girls said; "Oh, isn't that_glorious_! Is he the one that stirs soup?"

By that I knew they must have seen one of the handbills. 

"Oh, we're _all_ coming to-night to see him stir it, " she said; "ourcamp is just across the lake from Ridgeboro. Don't you think Ridgeborois a _poky_ old place? We'll canoe over. We're camping over the holidayand we call our camp, _Camp Smile Awhile_. Isn't that just a _peachy_name?"

Connie said, "I should think a girls' camp ought to be named _CampGiggle a Lot_. "

"Oh, aren't you _perfectly terrible_!" one of them said; "the _idea! Isit ten cents to get in? Have you really got a railroad car of your _veryown_? Oh, I think that's just simply _scrumptious_. I wish I were aboy. "

"That's nothing, " Pee-wee said; "we hike hundreds of miles. Once we gotlost on a mountain--we didn't care. We were lost two days. We could havebeen lost three if we'd wanted to. "

"Only what's the use of being extravagant?" I said. 

"Once I fell down a cliff forty feet high, " Pee-Wee said; "that'snothing. "

"Oh, and didn't you _kill_ yourself?" one of the girls wanted to know. 

"Sure he did, " Westy said; "but he's all right now. "

"It's fine being a boy, " Pee-wee said; "gee, I feel sorry for girls. "

"Oh, and you can sew, too?" one of them asked him. "And cook?"

"Cook!" I said. "He used to be the chef in the Waldorf Castoria. "

"Scouts have to know how to do everything, " Pee-wee told her; "becausesuppose a scout is alone in the woods; he has to cook his dinner, doesn't he? He has to know how to do everything for himself, see?That's why I'll sew this jacket myself. That's what you callresourcefulness. A scout has to be full of that, see?"

"Oh, I think it's just _wonderful_!" the girl said. 

"That's nothing, " Pee-wee told her; "you can even cook moss and eat itif you're lost and hungry. Once I went two days without food. "

"You mean two hours, " Connie said. 

"Anyway, it was _two_ something or other, " Pee-wee shouted. 

"Most likely it was two minutes, " I told the girl. 

"And you came all the way out here _alone_? Oh, isn't that perfectly_adorable_! And you're going to give a show to earn money----"

"So we won't perish, " Pee-wee said. 

"Which?" Westy asked him. 

"Perish, " he said; "don't you know what perish means?"

"And will the pictures show you doing all those things?" one of thegirls wanted to know. 

"Sure, " Pee-wee said; "maybe you'll get some good ideas from them, onlyyou mustn't scream when you see one of the fellows fall out of a treeinto the water, because that's nothing. That's one thing scouts don'tdo--scream. "

But believe me, that was one thing scouts did do the very next day. Idid, anyway; I screamed till I had a headache. 

CHAPTER XI

WE MEET THE CHEERFUL IDIOT

They said they would surely canoe across that night and take in the showand so we told them we'd see them later. Westy gave Pee-wee one of hissign placards and we marched up and down Main Street for about an hour, till we got hungry. Then we decided that as long as everybody inSkiddyunk knew about our show, we'd go back to Ridgeboro and catch somefish. Mr. Tarkin told us that as long as everybody had laughed so muchand had seemed to take so much interest, he guessed our show was a safeinvestment and that if we needed a couple of dollars or so to carry usthrough, he'd let us have it. But we didn't take it, because scouts liketo rely on themselves, and we knew there were lots of fish in that lake. 

When we got back to Ridgeboro, the man that owned the store came andgave us a telegram. He said a boy on horseback had brought it from theoffice in Skiddyunk. This is what it said:

 "Just learned of unfortunate error of freight conductor. Don't be afraid or worried. Have wired money to Skiddyunk. You can get eastern train there at three. Parents informed. Keep cool. 

 "JOHN TEMPLE. "

"Just our luck, " Westy said; "we've got to go home. "

"What!" Pee-wee shouted. 

"_Keep cool_, " I said; "that means _you_. "

"Are you going to answer it?" he wanted to know. 

"Absolutely, positively, " I told him; "and I'm going to send itcollect. "

"If you think I'm going home, " Pee-wee yelled, "you've got anotherthink. A scout is not a quitter. We've got things coming our way now--doyou think I'm going to admit----"

"Come on in the car and we'll make up an answer, " I said, "and I'll signit, because I'm patrol leader. "

So this was the answer we made up and Westy and Connie went back toSkiddyunk with it, while the rest of us were fishing. 

 "Cannot make afternoon train. Are giving big movie show in car to-night. Great excitement. Expect to clear thirty dollars. Will not desert car. Expect us when you see us. Good fishing. Love to all. We should worry. 

 "ROY (S. F. )"

When Westy and Connie got back, they had fifty dollars that Mr. Templehad sent, but we decided we wouldn't use a single cent of it, just so asto show him that we could look after ourselves. Anyway, we should botherabout fifty dollars, because we had a big string of perch and somecatfish. 

It was about the middle of the afternoon when we got the fish cookedand, believe me, we were good and hungry. After the meal was over, wewere sprawling around in the car before starting to get ready for theshow, when all of a sudden we heard somebody speaking outside, and thenin came a little man with an awful funny face and a funny little cap on. He wore spectacles way down near the end of his nose and he was smilingand seemed awful happy, but there was something funny about his eyes. Iguess he wasn't more than about thirty years old, but he looked awfulfunny and his eyes were bright and queer like. 

He said, "How _do_ you do. " And then he started to shake hands with allof us. He said, "I called twice this morning, but you weren't here. Andnow I have found you and I'm delighted, and I suppose you wonder who Iam, eh?" Then he looked all around and put his finger to his lips andsaid, very secret like, "My name is Ebenezer Brewster and I'm a poet. Ihave written a little poem to thank you boys for the great honor youhave done me, in naming the village after me. Shh! There is opposition. The public is scandalized. There is likely to be a riot. I am notappreciated--shh. "

"Six or seven people wouldn't make much of a riot, " I told him. "If theystart any riot here, we'll put the village in the car and take it awaywith us. "

"That's a very good idea, " he said, "a _very_ good idea. Did yougraduate from a public school?"

I said, "No, I have my ideas made to order; they last longer. "

He said, "_Much_ longer, that's my idea exactly. And they fit better. Would you like to hear the poem?"

"Go ahead, shoot, " Westy said. 

So then he took a paper out of his pocket and read what was on it, andthis was it:

 "There are eleven people here, Nine chickens and a rooster; The village it is named for me, I'm Ebenezer Brewster. "

Connie came over and whispered to me, "Where are we, anyway? I feel likeAlice in Wonderland. He's a cheerful idiot. He thinks we named this townafter him. This is _some_ comedy. "

CHAPTER XII

ON THE SCREEN

That fellow didn't stay long and he went away very sudden like, just thesame as the way he came. We told him to come to the movie show and hesaid he would. We decided that he was kind of crazy, but anyway, he wasawful nice about it, and gee whiz, if you're happy, what's thedifference whether you're crazy or not? He was happy all right, and heseemed to be mighty proud, because he thought the town was named afterhim. So we let him think so. 

By six o'clock we had everything ready for the big show. We fixed theapparatus so that the lens cylinder stuck through the ticket window, andthat way the operator (that was Pee-wee, because the machine belonged tohim) could be all by himself in the ticket agent's room. We hung thescreen at the other end of the car, and turned all the seats facing thatway. 

The man over in the store came and watched us and got friendly. I guesshe knew how it was by that time, and he wasn't afraid that the name ofthe village was really changed. He gave us some cakes and we had cakesand fried perch for supper. They were dandy cakes, with jam in them. There were seven of them and only five fellows, but anyway, Pee-weehadn't done any good turn that day, so he ate three. That was so none ofthe rest of us would get a stomachache. That's the way with Pee-wee, he's always thinking about some one else. 

All the while we were eating supper, we could see smoke curling up outof the woods across the lake, and we guessed that was where the girlshad their camp. 

"I bet they're getting supper now, " Connie said. 

Pee-wee said, "Maybe some of us ought to borrow that store man's boatand row over after them, because girls can't row or paddle very well. Itwould be a good turn. "

"_Good night_, " I said; "didn't you just eat three peach cakes and callthat a good turn? You should worry about the girls. Probably they knowhow to row and paddle better than you do. "

"You make me tired, " he yelled; "scouts are supposed to do things forthem, and show them how to do things. "

"Well, they'll see you doing enough things on the screen, " I told him;"girls aren't as helpless as you think they are. Come on, help getready. "

 * * * * *

At about half-past seven, people began coming and I could see that wewere going to have a big house, I mean a big car. First an automobilefull of people arrived and then a lot more who had walked fromSkiddyunk. Then a couple more automobiles came and pretty soon therewere a half a dozen of them parked around the car, and the seats insidethe car were full. Westy stood on the platform collecting ten cents fromeach one and letting them through, past the screen. Oh, boy, there wassome crowd. 

Pretty soon the store man came over and said that as long as the weatherwas so warm, it would be a good idea to open the car windows and havestanding room outside. So he gave us some boxes and barrels and thingsto put outside the windows for people to stand on. All the people outthere paid their ten cents just the same and they laughed and said itwas a lot of fun. Some of them were summer people, I guess; holdovers. The girls from _Camp Smile Awhile_ came over in two canoes and arowboat. 

When there wasn't space for another head to stick through a window, Igot up in front of the screen and made a speech. This is what I said:

 "Ladies and gentlemen, we thank you for coming to see our show, and we hope you'll like it. I guess maybe I ought to tell you about Temple Camp, then you'll understand the pictures better. 

 "Temple Camp is where lots of scouts go in the summer. It's near the Hudson. Maybe you've heard about all the different things that scouts learn how to do. So these pictures will show you some of those things. 

 "Some of the things are hard, but some of them are easy, like eating and things like that. Especially desserts. So now the show will begin. "

First we flashed the sentence that is in the handbook:

 A SCOUT IS HANDY AND USEFUL

and then came the picture of Pee-wee with a big white apron on, standing in front of the stove in the cooking shack, stirring a bigboiler full of soup. I heard one of the girls say, "Oh, _isn't_ hesimply too cute for _anything_!" Then we flashed another sentence thatsaid:

 A SCOUT IS SKILFUL

and then came the picture of Pee-wee standing at the kitchen table, rolling dough. Everybody applauded and the girls said it was wonderful, but that anyway, the Boy Scouts was started before the Camp-Fire Girlswas, and so they had had more time to learn things. I heard one lady sayit was _splendid_ how scouts got to be self-reliant, on account oflearning the domestic arts. 

Oh, bibbie, I just had to laugh, because that was the one thing thatPee-wee didn't know anything about at all--cooking. The only thing thatkid knew about domestic arts, was eating. He was a good ice-boxinspector and pantry-shelf sleuth. He could track a jar of jam to itsdim retreat, but when it came to cooking--_good night_! The only reasonwe had him in those pictures was because he was so small and looked sofunny. 

The next sentence we flashed said:

 A SCOUT IS QUICK

and the picture showed Pee-wee flopping a wheat cake and catching it inthe frying pan again. Honest, when we were trying to get that picture upat Temple Camp, the whole floor was covered with wheat cakes and therewas one on Pee-wee's head like a Happy Hooligan cap. But the audiencedidn't know that. There are lots of things you don't see in the movies. It takes about twenty wheat cakes to get a good picture of Scout Harrisflopping one. 

The regular cook wasn't there the day we got that picture. 

CHAPTER XIII

AN INVITATION

That was the comedy sketch and Pee-wee was so puffed up over his screensuccess that he could hardly work the machine. I guess he felt as if hewere a regular Douglas Fairbanks. 

"Did you hear what those girls were saying?" he whispered to me behindthe screen. "Did you hear what the one with the red sweater was saying?About a scout being so resourceful? Did you hear her?"

"Oh, you've got the town eating out of your hand, " I told him; "you're aregular Mary Picklefoot. You're such a swell cook you ought to cook forCook's Tours. "

"Did you hear what one of them said about how I rolled the rolling pin?"he whispered. 

"She said you were the finest roller she ever saw, " I said, in anundertone; "shh, you've got them going. There's no use trying to standup against the Boy Scouts of America. "

"Didn't I tell them scouts have to be resourceful?" he whispered "Didthey notice how I flopped it?"

"They said you were the floppiest flopper they ever saw, " I told him. "Go ahead and give them some deep stuff. "

So then we reeled off some pictures of good stunts at Temple Camp. Oneshowed scouts doing fancy diving from the springboard, and there were acouple showing the races on the lake. The people seemed to like them alot. Some of the pictures had Pee-wee in them and then there was a lotof applause. There was one showing the forest fire near camp; it was thebest of all and everybody said so. 

After the show, when the people were going, they all said it was fineand asked us a lot of questions about Temple Camp and scouting. Pee-weegot down off the car and stood around with his sleeves still rolled upand his jacket off, and everybody talked to him. Believe me, he was awalking advertisement for the scouts. I heard him telling one man thatscouts had to have plenty of initials. 

The man said, "What?"

"Initials, " Pee-wee told him; "it means starting to do things of yourown accord, see?"

The man laughed and he said, "Oh, you mean _initiative_. " He saidPee-wee was worth ten cents not counting the movie show. 

After most everyone else had gone, the girls all crowded around Pee-weebefore they went back to their canoes. Oh, you should have seen thatkid! The girl in the red sweater said, "My name is Grace Bentley and myfriends want me to tell you what a perfectly _lovely_ time we've had. And we think it's just _wonderful_ how boy scouts are so, you know, whatyou may call it----"

"Sure, " Pee-wee said; "resourceful, that's what you mean. "

She said, "But you must remember that the Camp-fire Girls are new andwe'll catch up to you yet. "

"Oh, sure, " Pee-wee said; "you'll catch up with us. All you have to dois try. First I couldn't learn scout pace. Gee, don't get discouraged. If you want to do a thing just make up your mind that you'll do it. Andif you can't do it, do it anyway. "

Gee, the rest of us just stood there trying to keep from screaming, while Pee-wee stood in the center of that crowd of girls, looking aboutas big as a toadstool, and giving them a scout lecture. 

"All you have to do is try, " he said; "did you notice where I was divingfrom the springboard?"

"Oh, I thought it was just _dandy_, " a girl said. 

"That was nothing, " Pee-wee told her; "it looks hard, but that'snothing. There's no such word as fail; that's a what d'ye call it, amaxwell. "

"You mean a Ford, " Connie said. 

"He means a Pierce-Arrow, " Westy shouted. 

"He means a maxim, don't you?" the girl named Grace said. "And I thinkit's a perfectly _splendid_ maxim. "

"That's nothing, " Pee-wee piped up; "I know a lot of maxims. I've got acollection of them. "

"He catches them in the woods, " I said. 

"Don't you get discouraged, " Pee-wee shouted. 

"No, we won't, " Grace said; "and don't you mind them, either. They'rejust teasing you. And we want to ask you if you'll do us a favor--a goodturn. Will you?"

"_Sure_ I will, " he said, very manly; "what is it?"

"We want you to _promise_ to come over to _Camp Smile Awhile_ to-morrowand cook dinner for us. And we want to ask all the rest of you boys tocome, too. We're just a lot of _greenhorns_ about cooking; isn't it_shameful_ to have to admit it? But we've got everything over there, food and utensils, and you can make us up a _feast_ and we'll spend theafternoon visiting. Say you will. Will you?"

_G--o--o--d night!_ I laughed so hard I nearly fell off my feet. _Oh, boy_, you should have seen Pee-wee's face. You just ought to have seenit. 

CHAPTER XIV

PEE-WEE ON SCOUTING

"Absolutely, positively, " I said; "he'll be there at ten-thirty. Do youwant him to bring references?"

"We should say _not_, " Grace Bentley said; "the _idea_! What we saw inthe pictures was reference enough. "

_Good night_, you should have seen Pee-wee's face. He just stood there, gazing about as if he were in a trance. 

One of the girls said, "Won't it be _adorable_! We're going to havechicken. "

"Cooking chicken is his favorite indoor sport, " Westy said. "How do youlike your roast chicken; fried or stewed? It's all the same to him. "

I took out my scout note-book and made believe to write things down. "We'll just make up the menu, " I said. 

All of a sudden Pee-wee came out of his trance and shouted, "You meanme?"

"Menu, " I said; "yes, they mean you. " Then I said, "Would you like tohave the fried potatoes stewed, or would you prefer to have them mashedwith the skins on?"

One of the girls said to Pee-wee, "Don't you mind him, he's just _too_silly. "

"Do you prefer your fried eggs in the shells, or would you like themroasted in ice-water? It doesn't make any difference to him, " Conniesaid. 

"Don't you pay any attention to them, " Grace Bentley said to Pee-wee;"some of us will come over in the boat for you to-morrow morning, andwhen the dinner is ready, we want all of you to come, won't you?"

"Sure, we'll hike around the shore, " I said, "and get up good appetites. We'll be there at about twelve-sixty. We'll come around the longest way, so we'll get good and hungry. "

"Oh, that will be just _lovely_, " they said, "and we'll have a perfectlyscrumptious time. Do you like pie? We've got a whole big jar full ofmince meat. "

"You have to be careful about mince pie, " Pee-wee said; "it's better, maybe, not to eat mince pie. "

"Who's a coward?" Westy piped up. "Do you think a scout is afraid of apiece of mince pie?"

"Oh, it will be just _dear_, " another one of the girls said, and thenthey all crowded around Pee-wee and began saying, "You'll _surely_ beready, won't you? We'll come over for you at ten o'clock. And we'll haveeverything ready for you. We've got lots of flour and seasoning----"

I said, "What kind of seasoning; summer or winter?"

They told Pee-wee not to mind us, and that we probably wouldn't stoptalking till our mouths were busy doing something else. 

"What--what--time did you say you'd come?" he began stammering. 

"At ten o'clock, and you'll be ready, won't you?"

"I--ye--yes, " he stammered out. 

"Positively?" Grace Bentley said. 

"You--you can--you know, you never--kind of--maybe--you never can besure of anything, " he blurted out. 

"But say you'll _surely_ come, " she hammered at him. "Will you?"

He said, "I guess--sure--yop. " And he looked all around as if he wasgoing to start to run. 

"Absolutely, positively guaranteed, " I told them; "a scout can be_trusted_. "

So then we helped them off with their boat and their canoes, and theystarted across the lake in the dark. We said we'd paddle them over andthen hike back through the woods, but they wouldn't let us, becausethere wasn't room enough and anyway, they said they wanted to show usthat there were some things girls could do. They rowed and paddledpretty good, too; I have to admit it. 

Pee-wee didn't go down to the shore with the rest of us, but just stoodwhere he was, like a statue. He was in a kind of a trance, I guess. 

As we came near him, Westy said, "Of course, they don't row very well, or paddle either, but they're _trying_. All they have to do is to_try_. "

"Oh, sure, " I said; "if you can't do a thing, just go ahead and do itanyway. You have to be resourceful. You have to have plenty of_initials_. "

"Now you take making dressing for roast chicken, for instance, " Conniesaid; "all you have to do is to know how. It's a cinch. "

"And if you don't know how, " I said; "do it anyway. It's as easy aspie. "

"Oh, pie's a cinch, " Wig said. 

"Those girls will learn, " I said; "they shouldn't get discouraged. "

"They should be pitied, not blamed, " Westy said. 

All of a sudden Pee-wee exploded. He sounded like a munition factorygoing up. "You think you're smart, all of you, don't you!" he hollered. 

"A scout is smart, " Westy said. 

"A scout can do anything, " I said. 

"He is resourceful--it's in the handbook, " Wig said, very sober like. 

"It's in the handbook--it's in the handbook--it's in the handbook, "Pee-wee fairly yelled, "that a scout has to be----"

"Helpful, " I said; "he has to be helpful to women. "

"You make me sick!" he fairly shrieked. 

"You'll be the one to make _us_ sick, " Westy put in. 

"Do you think I'm going to do that?" he fairly screamed; "do youthink--do you think--do you think----"

"Three strikes out, " Connie shouted. 

"Do you think I'm a _fool_?" Pee-wee finished. 

"_A scouts honor is to be trusted_, " I said; (that's scout law numberone) "_if he were to violate his honor----_"

"You make me tired, " Pee-wee yelled; "a scout has got to be_cautious_--it says so--he's got to leap--I mean look--he's, he's got toconsider others--just because somebody that ought to know how to do athing that he doesn't know how to do asks somebody to do something thatthe other person won't learn to do if the other person does it for him, because that isn't being resourceful, if somebody else does that thingfor you, and so the other person doesn't learn how to do it himself--doyou mean--do you mean to tell me--that that's being a good scout?"

"Sure it is, " I told him; "it's just the same as if a person that wantsto do something, doesn't do it because if he does, he won't. Why then, how could the other person do something that somebody else wantedanother person not to do----"

"You'd have to have a crowbar, " Westy said. 

"Pee-wee's right and we're wrong, as he usually is, " Connie shouted. 

CHAPTER XV

TO THE RESCUE

We made the plush seats up into beds that night and, oh, didn't wesleep, with the breeze blowing in through the windows! It was dandy. 

In the morning none of us said anything about dinner. That was funny, because most always that's the principal thing we talk about on Sundaymornings, especially at Temple Camp. Once Wig said that he guessed thehike around the lake through the woods would make us good and hungry, and I noticed Pee-wee didn't say anything. He was so still you couldhear the silence. 

Along about ten o'clock we saw the boat coming over. Two of the girlswere in it, and each of them was rowing with one oar. The boat wentswirling around in circles. 

"That's what they call the waltz stroke, I guess, " Connie said; "they'dget along better if they had some dreamy music. "

Westy gave me a sly wink and said, "If you can't do a thing, do itanyway. "

Pee-wee stood on the shore with a scowl on his face watching them. Thegirls were Grace Bentley and another one they called Pug Peters. Theyhave awful funny nicknames for each other, girls do. They floppedagainst shore about fifty feet from where they intended to land, andthey giggled as if they thought it was a lot of fun. 

"This boat reminds me of a balky horse, " Pug Peters said. 

"It reminds me of a pin wheel, " I told her. 

"Oh, you needn't talk, " she said; "you started to go about five milessouth and you landed eighty miles west--in your old car. "

"Scouts aren't afraid of long distances, " I told her; "they don't botherwith little five-mile runs. "

"Is he ready?" Grace Bentley asked. 

"A scout is always ready, " Westy told her; "that's his middle name. "

"And we're not going to let him row, either, " Pug Peters said. 

"Aren't you afraid he'll get dizzy?" I said. "Remember his little headis full of recipes; two heaping teaspoonfuls to a half cup of milk----"

"Never you mind, Walter, " she called to Pee-wee (because that's his realname), "you just get right in. "

Oh, boy! Laugh! I just sat down on the bank and began to roar. Pee-weedidn't care anything about rowing. He didn't care about anything, Iguess. He was in a state of cromo, or whatever you call it. He just gotin and sat down in the stern seat as if he was going to be executed. 

"Aren't you going to show them how to row?" Connie called out, as thegirls stood up in the boat, each with an oar, trying to push off. 

But Pee-wee wasn't going to show them anything. 

"We'll show _him_ we can do something, " they said. 

Pretty soon they got off and the last we saw of Pee-wee he was sittinglike a nice little boy scout in the stern of the boat. Every time theboat swerved around in a circle, we could see his face, all sober andscowling. The boat went every which way, one girl giving a long pull andthe other breaking her stroke and almost losing her oar. But what caredthey, yo, ho? Sometimes the boat seemed to be coming back to us, andthen we could see Scout Harris sitting there with his knees together, looking fierce and terrible, like Billikins with a grouch. The rowingwasn't much of a joke to him. 

 * * * * *

We allowed about an hour and a half for hiking around through the woods. We didn't think it would take that long, but we knew the land was lowand we guessed that the lake might run into marshes. Safety first. Butwe found a trail in the woods and it was easy going. So the way ithappened, we got to _Camp Smile Awhile_ a little before twelve insteadof at one. It was lucky for _Camp Smile Awhile_ that reinforcementsreached the bloody scene in time to save the day--I mean the dinner. 

The first thing we saw was a good-sized tent and the next--oh, _Christopher Columbus_, what a sight! Talk about the West Front!

There were girls sitting all around on the ground, simply screaming. Close to the fireplace, that was made out of stones, stood Pee-wee witha great big white apron on that went right down to his feet. 

"It--it--would have been all right if I hadn't tripped, " we heard himsay; "that could happen----"

"Look at him, " I said to the fellows; "only look at him. He looks likethe end of a perfect day. "

All over his hair was yellow stuff, and there was flour on his face andall over his stockings and shoes. There were big black smootches on hisface, too. He had a can in one hand and a girls' curling iron in theother and a big greasy frying pan under one arm. 

We were about a hundred feet off, among the trees, and we just stoodthere staring and trying not to scream. 

"This is terrible, " Westy said; "what do you suppose happened?"

"What's he doing with the curling iron?" Wig whispered. 

I just leaned against a tree and shook and shook till my head ached. 

I said, "I don't know what he's doing with the curling iron, but Ithink--wait a minute till I can speak--oh, oh, oh--I _think_ he trippedover the apron while he was trying to flop an omelet and the omelet camedown on his head. Don't speak to me!"

"He's suffering from shell shock or something, " Connie said. 

"Not shell shock, _omelet_ shock, " I told him; "this is--gh--gh--astly. I wonder what became of the ch--ch--ch--icken!"

CHAPTER XVI

UNCONDITIONAL SURRENDER

Then we all marched in, just as if nothing had happened--you know, kindof careless like. 

Westy said, "Good morning, it's a beautiful afternoon this evening. Isdinner ready?"

The girls just couldn't speak, they were laughing so hard. Two of themwere trying to pluck the feathers out of a couple of chickens, and bythat I knew the worst hadn't happened. But they weren't paying muchattention to their work; they were just bending backward and forward andscreaming. 

"L--l--look at him!" Grace Bentley just blurted out; "it's too_excruciating_!"

I said, "Pee-wee, don't ever quote the handbook to me again. '_A scoutis kind. _' You have deliberately murdered that poor omelet. Don't eversay you don't believe in frightfulness. "

"You make me tired!" he yelled. "Didn't you tell me the wayto flip--flop--didn't you say to catch--didn't you say totoss--graceful----"

"I said to toss it up gracefully, " I told him, "and to let it turn overin the air and then to catch it _inside_ the pan. But tell me this, _please_, so I can die in peace; what are you doing with the curlingiron?"

"He was going to open--he was going to open--a--a--can, " the girl theycalled Billie said, all the while trying not to laugh; "oh, dear me!"

"He wanted us to cut the chicken up to fr--fr--fr--fr--_fry_!" GraceBentley screamed. 

"Oh, he's a regular cut-up, " Connie told her. 

"He sm--sm--_ashed_ the potatoes so they--oh, just look at them!" one ofthe others managed to blurt out. 

The kettle full of mashed potatoes looked as if a bomb had fallen intoit; there were gobs of mashed potatoes all around on the trees andground for about ten feet. It looked like a snowstorm. 

"He flavored the onions with mosquito dope--cit--citronella, " Pug Petersshrieked. 

"Sure, " Wig said; "a scout is resourceful. "

"You all make me tired!" Pee-wee yelled; "how can you flip when youtrip----"

"Walter, " I said, very gentle and kind like, "take off your apron andask for an armistice. It's your only hope; unconditional surrender. Here, give me the frying pan; look at the grease all down your leg, you're a sight. "

I began gathering up the gobs of omelet from his head and his shoulders, while the girls sat on the ground all around and just laughed andlaughed. Honest, I thought Pug Peters would have a fit, she laughed sohard. Grace Bentley nearly had hysterics. 

"How can you--tell me this----?" Pee-wee yelled; "how can youtrip--flip--if you flop--I mean trip--you make me sick. That couldhappen----"

"Sure, it could happen to Edison, " I said; "you should worry. Get yourapron off and your face washed before some of us die. "

Poor kid, he was a wreck. We washed him up and brushed and cleaned hissuit the best we could and collected all the odds and ends of omelet. Westy wanted to try to fit them together like a picture puzzle. Thatomelet looked like the map of Europe after the war. But one thing, thechickens were saved. In another ten minutes, I suppose, odds and endsof chicken would have been flying in the air. 

Pug Peters said she was sorry, because she had been wanting to eat someof that omelet to see how it tasted. She said it had maple syrup in it. _Good night!_ Grace Bentley told us there was peppermint extract in it, too. Anyway, it had an awful death. 

From all we heard, about the only thing Pee-wee didn't use for flavoringwas fountain pen ink. There was a bottle of glue there and I don't knowhow he happened to miss that. The mashed potatoes were flavored withstrawberry, but they weren't so bad. The onions had a funny taste, too;kind of like pineapple. He had made some fried muffins, the same waythat I usually did, and Westy and Connie and I had a good game of oneo'cat with one of them. Westy knocked a home run and even that didn'tbreak it. 

As soon as the girls could manage to talk straight, they got busyplucking the chickens and we cut them up and fried them. Pee-wee retiredfrom his strenuous career of cook and just sat by and watched us. Hedidn't say much. A scout knows when to keep still. 

Maybe you think we didn't have a good dinner, but mm-_mmm_, thatchicken was good. We boiled some more onions and added them to theothers, so the pineapple flavoring wasn't so strong, and I flopped someflapjacks. I can make a flapjack do three summersaults and catch it. Weate the muffins, too, even though they were hard, because scouts aresupposed not to be scared of things that are hard. They tasted sweetkind of, like marshmallows, and we decided that Scout Harris had usedpowdered sugar by mistake, instead of flour. Anyway, he said powderedsugar and flour looked alike. Especially we thought that was what he haddone, because the sugar can had flour in it, and we put flour in ourcoffee. But anyway, it wasn't coffee. It was Indian meal. We shouldworry. 

The girls were awful nice and I guess they were glad of everything thathappened, because it made so much fun. Pee-wee didn't lose his pull withthem, anyway, that was sure. They said he was _just simplyexcruciating_. Pug Peters said that anyway, the principal thing was fora scout to know how to eat, and Pee-wee didn't fall down there, you canbet. 

A scout is hungry. 

CHAPTER XVII

A WILD-CAT RIDE

Now you'd think that after what happened, our young hero, P. Harris, wouldn't go hunting for any more glory for a couple of days. But latethat very afternoon, he performed one of his most famous feats. It wasan accident, but anyway, he scooped up all the credit. That's always theway it is with Pee-wee; things go his way, and then all of a sudden, zipgoes the fillum, he's a boy hero. 

After dinner that afternoon, we took a walk through the woods with thegirls and helped them get some birch-bark, because they wanted to makebirch-bark ornaments. It's dandy taking walks on Sundays. We got somehickory nuts, too. I said we'd climb the trees, because girls couldn'tdo things like that and scouts could climb. I said, "A scout is amonkey. "

"Girls can do lots of things, too, " Pee-wee piped up, oh, so nice andgallant; "do you mean to tell me girls aren't monkeys--too?"

"Don't, you'll start my head aching again, " I told him. 

"Oh, you said we were monkeys, " Pug Peters said; "you're perfectly_horrid_. "

"I mean, because on account of climbing, " he said; "because they knowhow to climb. I mean, _you_ know, the ones that know how to climb----"

"Baboons, " Westy said. 

"Sure, " Pee-wee piped up; "_No_, not baboons, you make me sick!"

"We accept your apology, " I told him. 

Every time Pee-wee opens his mouth he puts his foot in it--and thenblames somebody else. 

Late in the afternoon we left the girls at their camp. We said we'd comeover to see them next day--that was Columbus Day. But the way ithappened, we didn't see them again until a long time afterwards, andthat's going to be in another story. So if you like girls, you'd betterbe sure to get the next story. Gee whiz, I used to make fun of girls, but anyway, I like them a lot. Pee-wee says they're so kind of hospital;he means hospitable. And I'll always remember _Camp Smile Awhile_, youcan bet. Because we had more than a good smile there; we had a goodlaugh. Girls are all right. 

Then we hiked along the woods' path that led around the lake, back toRidgeboro. Our car looked mighty nice and cosy, you can bet, as we camealong. 

"We're having a mighty good time here, " Connie said; "I'll be sorry whenwe have to drag ourselves away. "

"We don't have to drag ourselves away, " I told him; "all we have to dois to sit still and be dragged away. "

"This is the life, " Westy said. 

Connie said, "Sure, life on the rails; it's got life on the ocean wavebeaten a hundred ways. When do you suppose they'll pick us up?"

"Tuesday morning is the first freight, " I told him. "There's a passengertrain to-morrow night, but it doesn't stop here, see?" And I showed himthe time table. 

"We should worry, " I said; "we've got nearly twenty dollars from themovie show. I've got Mr. Temple's fifty sealed up in an envelope; we'resupposed to forget that. Guess I might as well keep the time table, hey?"

"I bet it's fun living on the railroad, " Wig said. 

"I'd like to be a brakeman, " Pee-wee shouted. 

"That would be a good job for you, " I told him; "you make so manybreaks. I think you ought to be cook on a dining car. "

"It's dangerous working on a railroad, " Connie said; "lots of men losetheir lives; sometimes they lose their hands or their fingers, too. "

"If you lose your life, what's the use of keeping your fingers?" Westysaid. 

"Sure, " I said; "they would only be a nuisance. "

"But I mean it, " Connie said; "I heard that. If a man works on arailroad long enough he gets killed. "

"If he lives long enough he dies, " I said. 

"There's a large percentage of mortality, " Connie said. 

"A large which of whatness?" I asked him; "stand up and speak clearly soall the class can hear. "

"All right, " he said; "it's true. "

"It's all right if you have your private car, " Wig said. "All you haveto do is to sit back and take it easy. "

"Sure, if you're in your private car it's all right, " Connie said. 

By that time we had come to the car and Pee-wee was the first one to goup the steps. Now I don't know whether maybe it was because we had beentalking about railroading that Pee-wee thought he'd play brakeman, butanyway, like the crazy kid he was, as soon as he was on the platform hegrabbed the wheel that's connected with the brake and turned it out ofits ratchet and twirled it around, shouting, "All aboard! All aboard!"

"Let that thing alone, " I said, as the rest of us passed into the car. 

"There isn't any spark in it, " he shouted. Crinkums, that kid is crazy. 

He followed us into the car and we all sprawled down into seats, becausewe were good and tired. 

Westy said, "Oh, boy, it's good to sit down. I wonder if our friend EbBrewster was here. Next stop is the Land of Nod. I don't want anysupper. "

"_G--o--o--d night!_" Connie said; "I'll be hanged if we're not moving. "

Just then, I looked out and saw the closed up store sneaking slowlyaway. 

[Illustration: WIG AND I GRABBED THE WHEEL AND TURNED IT AS FAST AS WECOULD. 

_Ray Blakeley's Camp on Wheels. _ _Page 97_]

"Bye-bye, Ridgeboro, " Wig shouted; "see you later. "

By now the car was moving along at a pretty good clip. The store was'way behind us and we were rolling sweetly down a grade into a kind ofjungle of bushes and tree stumps. 

"Good night!" I said; "The plot grows thicker. Where are we at?"

We fell all over each other getting out to the platform, and Wig and Igrabbed the wheel and turned it as fast as we could, tightening up thechain. 

"I thought you said it didn't have any spark in it, " I said to Pee-wee. 

"I--I _thought_ it didn't, " he blurted out; "where are we going?"

"Ask me something easy, " I said; "get out of the way. Grab hold of this, Westy, and pull for all you're worth. "

We had the chain tight now and it was only a case of pulling the brakestight against the wheels, but, oh, boy, that takes some strength. Wewere rolling along an old pair of rails that were buried under grass andbushes and sometimes we couldn't even see them. It was a regular jungle. I guess maybe they used to back freight cars down there after lumber. But it must have been a long time ago, because the stumps were old andthe place was all overgrown. Anyway, that track that we had been left onwas more than just a switch siding, that was sure. 

First I didn't mind so much, because things like that are all in thegame, and I thought it would be easy to stop the car. There was hardlyany grade at all where the train had left us, that was sure, but itdoesn't take much of a grade to start things moving on tracks. I guessthat's why they always tighten the brakes when they leave a car. And ifthere's one person that knows how to start things, it's Pee-wee. That'shis favorite recreation. 

Anyway, now we saw that we were in a pretty bad fix. The grade was goodand steep now and we were moving pretty fast, and no matter how hard wepulled on the wheel, it didn't seem to make the car slow down. I have toadmit I was getting a little scared. I guess the other fellows were, too. 

"Maybe the thick brush will slow us down, " Westy said; "it's awfulthick, ahead. "

"Not when we've got a start like this, " I told him; "we're just cuttingit all to pieces. "

"Maybe one of us could jump off and put a log on the track, " Pee-weesaid. 

"Yes, and what would happen to the car, and us maybe?" Connie asked him. "You've done mischief enough for one day. _Look ahead there!_"

Jumping Christopher! There, about a hundred feet in front of us was aroad crossing the tracks and a little further, beyond the road, was somewater. I guess it was an arm of the lake. Anyway, the tracks ran rightdownhill to the very edge of it. The car was going too fast for us tojump off now. 

CHAPTER XVIII

THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD

Nearer and nearer we rolled, all the while yanking for dear life on thewheel. All of a sudden I had a thought. 

"Run through to the back platform and if the wheel there is loose, tighten up that one, too. Quick!" I said. 

Connie and Westy ran pell-mell through the car and I heard the janglingof the chain there and I could hear Connie say, "Quick! Pullhard--_harder_!"

Then, after a few seconds the car began slowing down. 

"Pull with all your might, " I said to the fellows with me; "you fellows, too, " I called out; "she's letting up; pull--_hard_!"

The car kept slowing down. 

"_Yank! Hard!_" Connie called through to us, "and hold on. Brace yourfeet. "

The car moved slower, slower; then stopped. 

"Kick the ratchet-pin in--hurry up!" somebody said, and I pushed it intoplace with my foot. 

"All right, let go. "

The car was standing right square across the road, but anyway, that wasbetter than being in the water. Any port in a storm, hey?

I guess our nerves were all pretty much unstrung, anyway, I know myhands were good and sore. 

"I thought we were goners, " Westy said; "this is a nice place to stop. It's good they don't have any traffic cops here. "

"I should worry where we stop, " I said; "it's better than the lake. Westopped here because we stopped here. I never knew that Brewster'sCentre had so much pep in it. This old station will go up in the airnext. What do you say we get an anchor?"

"Where are we?" Pee-wee piped up. 

"We're _here_, that's all I can tell you, " I said. 

"If you want to know where _here_ is, look in the geography. "

"We're neither here nor there, " Westy said; "look at my hands, they'reall blisters. "

"Where do we go from here?" Connie wanted to know. 

"I guess we take a southwesterly course and flow into the sink, " I toldhim. 

"Brewster's Centre ran away from home, " Wig said. "Lost, strayed orstolen. We don't know where we are; we're in the middle of the road. Just like we said before, we're here, because we're here. "

We all sat down on the steps of the platform and Wig started singing:

 "Oh, there was the Duke of Yorkshire, He had ten thousand men; He marched them up the hill, And he marched them down again. And when they're up, they're up, And when they're down, they're down; And when they're only half way up, They're neither up nor down. "

Pretty soon, while we were sitting there, we all started to make upwords to the same tune, and after a while this is what we got tosinging:

 "Oh, there was young Pee-wee Harris (Cook), That ran a movie show. He loosed the brake of a station-car, To see where he would go. And when he'd roll, he'd roll, And when he'd stop, he'd stop. And he stopped right in the middle of the road, Where there wasn't any traffic cop. "

"Suppose an automobile should come along, " Connie said. 

"That's a very good idea, " I told him; "suppose one should. "

Westy was sitting up on the top step and he said, "Oh, Sister Anne, Sister Anne, I think I can see one scooting along through the woods, theother side of the lake. "

"Let it scoot, " I said; "the only way it can get past here is to do acouple of double flops like Pee-wee's omelet. "

"It can't get around on account of the woods, " Pee-wee said. 

"Right the first time, as usual, " I told him. "_Over the top_ is theonly way. I hope it's a high-grade car, because a low-grade car couldnever get over such a high place. "

"We had a narrow escape, " Wig said

"If the machine doesn't stop, we'll stop it, " Connie put in. 

"Sure, " I said, "we have a good argument. "

"Brewster's Centre is getting to be a famous name, " Westy said. 

Connie said, "Sure, we're getting to be known in all the highways andbyways--especially the highways. What do you say we give a movie showright here?"

"Vetoed, " I told him. 

We sat on the platform steps talking and jollying each other; what didwe care? Be it ever so much in the wrong place, there's no place likehome. Maybe you've read stories about boys running away from home foradventures, but our home was a good sport, it went with us. It had agood name, too, Brewster's Centre. Because it was right plunk in thecenter of the road. 

Pretty soon Westy shouted, "Here comes the car. See it? You can see itright through the trees. It's green and red. "

"It'll be black and blue if it tries to get past here, " Wig said. 

It was a great big touring car and its bright brass lights and trimmingswere all shiny on account of the sun setting and shining right on them. It came rolling along, about fifty miles an hour, out from the woods, and then even faster as it hit it up along the straight road. Oh, boy, didn't it just eat up the miles!

I guess it must have been getting over the ground at about sixty per, when it began slowing down and stopped about a dozen yards from our car. Oh, bibbie, that was some peachy machine. 

There were two young fellows in it, and I could see that they werepretty tough looking. Both of them wore sweaters and one had on one ofthose peaked caps like tough fellows in the movies always wear. Theywaited just a minute and spoke to each other very excited like. Thenthey both looked around, back along the road. 

Next, the fellow with the cap jumped down in a big hurry and looked backalong the road, better than he could do in the car. He seemed awful kindof scared and excited. He came over toward us, walking kind of sideways, you know, tough. 

He said, "What's the matter here? Why don't they move this car? Yez areblockin' up the road, yez are. Where's the en-jine?"

I wasn't scared of him. I said, "The en-jine is having a nap. Don't talkso loud or you'll wake it up. "

"Yez are a pretty fresh lot, ain't yez?" he said. "Where's the menbelongin' ter this she-bang, anyway? Yez is blockin' traffic. " Then helooked up the road again and said to the other fellow: "Don't seenuthin' of 'em, do yer? Keep your eyes peeled. " He seemed awful nervousand in a hurry. 

Just then I noticed Westy get up and step down off the car. "Get theminside if you can, " Westy whispered as he passed me. 

I didn't know for the life of me what he meant. But there's somethingabout Westy, he's awful kind of thoughtful. Maybe you've read how ascout is supposed to be observant. Well, that's Westy all over. 

CHAPTER XIX

WESTY

I said to the fellow, "The railroad hasn't got anything to do with thiscar; it belongs to us. And you can bet we weren't thinking about whereit stopped, either. It's better to be here than in the lake. "

He just shouted to the other fellow, "Come here, hurry up!" Then hecraned his neck and looked back along the road. The other fellow gotdown from the auto in a hurry and came to the car, looking behind himall the while. 

One thing, I could see that those fellows were scared and in a terriblehurry, and I decided that probably they had stolen the machine. Ithought that, not only because they were always looking back, becausethey might have expected to be chased just for speeding, but becausethey were so tough looking. Anyway, they were pretty low-grade fellowsto be in such a high-grade car, that was one sure thing. Besides, Iknew that the fellow that was running that car wasn't the regularchauffeur, because the regular chauffeur of a car always kind of slidesout very easy without rubbing against the steering gear. One thing sure, you can always tell if a man is used to running a car, especially someparticular car. 

Both fellows were on the platform now, and the one that came first said, "What yez doin' here; blockin' the road?"

I guess I shouldn't have told them anything, but I said, "We rolled downfrom near the store up there and it was lucky we managed to stop righthere, or we'd have been in the lake. It's no easy job managing thosebrakes. "

"No?" he said, kind of funny, and then looked at the other fellow. 

Then they both went inside and I could see one of them looked out of thewindow up the road, while the other threw his cap on the floor and puton Connie's scout hat that was hanging in the car. He whispered to theother fellow and then the other fellow turned around and grabbed Wig'shat off his head and put it on his own head. 

"Run her down, that's the only thing, " one of them said; "and blamedquick about it, too. You kids git off'er this car if you don't want tobe drowned. "

I saw what they were going to do. They went out on the other platformand kicked the ratchet out and let the wheel spin. But the car didn'tmove. Then they came through to do the same thing to the other one. Theywere going to start the car and jump off. I knew it would start rightaway, because the grade was so steep. I stood right there in the aisle, blocking their way and I said:

"This car belongs to us and you're not going to run it into the lake. Maybe you heard of Mr. John Temple; he gave it to us. If you start it, you won't be able to stop it. Maybe it's worth more than that auto forall you know. Anyway, it is to us, and you're not going to run it intothe lake--you're not. "

He just swore and hit me in the face and I went staggering against oneof the seats. Everything went all whizzing around and for a couple ofseconds my head buzzed so that I couldn't stand up straight. But evenstill I wasn't scared of him and I followed them and the other fellowsout onto the other platform. 

"Git off the car, all of yez, " I heard one of them say. 

My head was buzzing and I felt awful cold and queer like, but I hadsense enough to notice Westy sitting there on the railing of theplatform, dangling his legs. I guess he must have been waiting there. Aslong as I live, I'll never forget how calm and quiet he was, and notscared of them at all. I was so dizzy from the crack on the head thatfellow gave me, that I had to hold on to the railing and Westy looked asif he were shaking as he sat on it. But it was only because I was dizzy. I saw the two fellows grab the wheel and Connie and Pee-wee and Wig jumpoff the car. But Westy didn't move, only sat there swinging his legs andkind of smiling at those two. 

"You're a couple of big cowards, that's what you are, " he said; "to hita fellow his size. And you're a couple of crazy fools, too. That's whatyou are; a couple of low down fools and cowards--and thieves. "

For just a second they let go the wheel and stared at him, but he didn'tmove; just sat there watching them and swinging his legs. 

"And what's the use of going to all that trouble?" Westy said. "You'llonly make it worse for yourselves. Do you think that boy scouts arefools, just because you can hit one of them on the head and knock himout of your way? I've got two good snapshots of both of you and I hidthe camera, and if you choked me, I wouldn't tell you where it is. See?That old Pierce-Arrow is here because it's here. See? And it's going tostay here, too. I just threw your spark plugs into the lake. If youhadn't been a couple of big fools you wouldn't have stepped inside thiscar. _Steal a Pierce-Arrow!_ You make me laugh. You couldn't even getaway with a Ford. "

CHAPTER XX

TAKING IT EASY

And he just sat there, swinging his legs and laughing. It was as good asa circus to see him. 

"Go ahead, run, " he said; "it won't do you any good. Sink this car inthe lake if you want to. That'll just mean a longer time in jail. Weshould worry. You thought a boy scout didn't know how to hit back, didn't you? Let's see you start the machine. You're a couple of circusclowns, that's what you are. You ought to be a pair of villains in themovies. Head hurt much, Roy?"

"Not so bad now, " I told him. 

Gee whiz, those fellows didn't wait long. Before Westy was finishedspeaking they were off the car and headed into the woods. That was thelast we saw of them, then. 

"Did you ever hear of a thief stopping to have his picture taken?" Westyasked. 

"If they'd have only stayed a little longer, we could have got them inthe movie camera and we could have a play called _The Robbers'Regret_, " Pee-wee piped up, "or, _The Missing Spark Plugs_. "

"Oh, they're not missing, " Westy said; "they're just hiding, disguisedas an oil can. Waste not, want not, hey?"

Do you know what fellow had done--all while we were in the car? Talkabout a scout being quick! He had got the snapshots while those twofellows were on the platform. Then he had hid the camera in the bushes. But he wanted to make sure that they wouldn't find the plugs, so he putthem into an oil can that he had found under the hood of the machine andtied a piece of wire to the can. He tied the other end of the wire tothe root of a bush on the shore. And all that he did while the fellowswere in the car. What do you know about that?

So now he just fished them up and cleaned them out and put them backwhere they belonged. Then we all sat in the Pierce-Arrow waiting to seewhat would happen next. Right in front of us was that old car with thesign all along its side. 

 Buffalo 398 Mls. --BREWSTER'S CENTER--N. Y. 30 Mls. 

Pretty soon we got to singing, and for a little while everybody wassinging something different from everybody else, but after a few minuteswe got settled down to this:

 "There was the Brewster's Centre car, That traveled here and there; It had a lot of adventures, too, And we don't have to pay any fare. And when it's here, it's here, And when it's there, it's there; And when it isn't any place, Why then it's everywhere. And if it isn't on the ground, You'll find it up in the air; And if it goes to the moon or Mars, A plaguey lot we care!"

"You can talk about tents and log cabins and house-boats and things, "Connie said; "but I'm for that old car. It's stood by _us_. "

"Stood!" I said. "Good night, it hasn't stood very long anywhere; notsince we had it. "

"It's full of pep, " Connie said. 

"Always on the go, " I told him; "it's different from other cars. Itreminds me of Pee-wee. I wonder where we'll go next. "

"Sure, I wonder what's the next step in our itinerary, " Connie said. Boy, but that fellow is some high brow. 

"Our whaterary?" I asked him. 

"Anyway, it's nice sitting here, " Wig said. 

"I wonder who it belongs to?" Pee-wee said. "I bet it belongs to a richmillionaire. "

"Yes, or a poor one, " Connie said. "There's only one thing I don't likeabout this Pierce-Arrow, and that's that I don't own it. Otherwise, it'sall right. "

"There's one thing _I_ don't like about it, " I said. 

"You're crazy!" Pee-wee shouted. "What don't you like about aPierce-Arrow?"

"One great objection, " I said. 

"You must be crazy, " he yelled. "You can bet I haven't got anyobjections to a Pierce-Arrow. "

"That's because you're not as honest as I am, " I said. 

"Who? Me?" he hollered. 

"The only thing I have against this machine is that it's stolen, " Isaid. "I'm funny that way. "

"You make me sick, " Pee-wee said. 

"I'd feel the same way about a flivver, " I said. 

"If you took a flivver, that wouldn't be stealing, " Connie said; "itwould be shoplifting. "

"Sure, or pickpocketing, " Wig said. 

"Do you know the only way to tell if a man has a Ford?" I asked Pee-wee. "Search him. Look how the sun is going down. "

The Brewster's Centre sign was all bright on account of the sun setting. It was getting dark and kind of cold and it made me homesick, sort of. It seemed funny to see that car standing there across that strange road, with the lake on one side and the thick woods on the other. The woodswere beginning to look dark and gloomy, and the arm of the lake was allsteel color. I was glad on account of that sign, because it seemedfriendly, like. That's one thing about an automobile, it doesn't seemfriendly, like. But boats do. And the old car did, that was one surething. 

Mostly scouts don't care much about railroads, because they like thewater and they like to hike. But anyway, that old car was friendly. Especially it seemed friendly on account of the sun going down and theday beginning to die and it getting cold. You can talk about boats andmotorcycles and tents and leaf shelters and all those things, butanyway, none of them were as good as that old car. And don't youforget, either, that it was Westy that saved it for us. If it hadn'tbeen for him, it would have been in the lake. 

He's one real scout, Westy is. 

CHAPTER XXI

THE SHERIFF ARRIVES

We were singing that crazy stuff that we had made up, when all of asudden, along came an automobile with four men in it, and stopped rightbehind us. We heard one of them say, "Why, that's the car, now. "

They all jumped down and came around the big Pierce-Arrow and stoodstaring up at us. They stared at the Brewster's Centre car, too; I guessthey didn't know what to make of it. 

One of the men said, "What's all this? What are you boys doing with thatmachine?"

As long as none of the other fellows said anything, I spoke up and said, "We're boy scouts and we're sitting here. "

"Boy scouts!" he said, all flabbergasted. 

"Right the first time, " I told him; "we rescued this car from twofellows that were trying to get away with it. You see that railroad car?That belongs to us. "

"We're going to have a deed to it, " Pee-wee shouted. 

"Sure, " I said; "a dark and bloody deed. We just happened to be there, because we rolled down the grade from Ridgeboro. Believe me, I've beenthrough eight different grades in school, but this one was the worst Iever saw. We came near taking a header into the lake, but we got thebrakes on just in time. You get a fine view of the car from here, don'tyou?"

"I'm the sheriff of this county, " the man said. "You say you stoppedthis machine?"

"We can stop any machine, even a Rolls-Royce, " I told him. 

"Yes?" he said. 

"You'd better ask this fellow how it was, " I said, pointing to Westy. 

"We stopped them, that's all, " Westy said. That was just like him. 

"Well then, _I'll_ tell you, " I said. "When they said they couldn't getby, they wanted to run our car down into the lake. What did they care?"

"But we _foiled_ them, " Pee-wee shouted. 

"Foiled them, hey?" the sheriff said. Gee, he couldn't help smiling. 

Then I just grabbed Westy's head and pulled it where the men could see. "When they were on the railroad car, " I said, "this fellow took thespark plugs out of the machine and hid them in the lake. "

One of the men blurted out, "What!"

"That's nothing, " Pee-wee started; "once----"

"He got a couple of snapshots of them, too, " I said; "maybe they'll beof some use to you. "

"Hey, Mister, can this machine do eighty miles an hour?" Wig piped up. 

"Seventy, " the man said. 

"_Y--a--a--h!_ What did I tell you?" Connie said, giving him a rap onthe head. 

"Maybe you'll be able to catch them, hey?" Connie said. "Anyway, I hopeso, because one of them hit this fellow a good whack on the head. "

"So?" said the man. "Well, we'll take care of that pair. It won't behard, with their pictures. They're a couple of the most desperate autothieves and highwaymen in this state. You boys did a fine thing. Youdeserve great credit. "

"That's nothing, " Pee-wee said; "once when----"

"Which way did they go?" the men asked. 

So then we told them all there was to tell, and about our car, and abouthow we were brought out to Ridgeboro by mistake. They were in so muchof a hurry that I thought they'd just let our car roll down into thewater, so that they could get by. But anyway, they didn't do that. Iguess they liked us, because we did them a good turn. 

As soon as Westy gave them the film out of his pocket camera, theylifted a big heavy log across the tracks near the water. They said theythought they could let the car roll easily against that, without anydanger of its going on down into the water. You bet we were nervous tillwe saw them do it, and then we realized that probably those thievescould have done the same thing, except that they didn't care anythingabout other people's property. 

The men thought that the two fellows would cut through the woods andcome out at a town named Skunk Hollow. Ozone Valley, that was the newname of it. So we all went in the two cars to that place, because atrain stopped there at about half-past eight, and they thought thatmaybe those fellows would take the train. 

I don't know which went faster, the automobiles or Pee-wee's tongue. Anyway, Pee-wee's tongue was running on high. He sat behind me in thebig machine, wedged in between two big deputy sheriffs, and he toldevery heroic act that scouts have done since the movement started. Blamed if I know how he finds those things out, but he does. He gavethem Westy's whole history and told how Tom Slade won the gold cross andhow burglars and highwaymen weren't safe any more, on account of the BoyScouts. Every time they told him it was wonderful, he would say, "That'snothing, " and come right back with a five reeler. Oh, boy, I thought I'ddie, but I guess the sheriffs liked it. Anyway, they laughed a lot. 

Pee-wee told them about a scout in the dismal north (that's what hecalled it) that rescued a maiden. He told them a maiden was somethinglike a girl, "only more kind of pale and weak and helpless, like. " Inearly doubled up. 

But anyway, he didn't mention cooking. 

CHAPTER XXII

RAILROADING

When we got to the Ozone Valley station, there wasn't anything there, but the ozone and a couple of milk cans. The men searched all around inthe woods and under the freight platform, but they couldn't find the twofellows. 

"Don't you get discouraged, " Pee-wee told them; "often I couldn't findthings and then later they'd turn up. "

"Oh, they'll turn up, " the sheriff said; "and they'll _go_ up, too. Justgive us a chance to get those films developed. "

Pretty soon the train came along, going toward Skiddyunk. It was a waytrain and I guess it stopped every now and then to change its mind. Ithad a couple of baggage cars and a couple of freight cars and arefrigerator car and one passenger car at the end. There were only a fewpeople in the car. 

The sheriffs searched the whole train, but they couldn't find the twofellows anywhere. They even searched the refrigerator car, but I didn'tthink they'd be there, because they were fresh enough without going onice. 

The conductor was a big fat man; he was awful nice. When the sheriffstold him about us, he laughed and said, "That's funny; I have a bill forthat car; I'm going to pick it up to-night. "

I said, "We heard there wasn't a freight on the Slopson Branch tillTuesday morning. We don't exactly want to go back yet. "

He said, "Well now, Sonny, you see I haven't got any say about it. I geta bill and that's all there is to it. There might be a freight out ofSlopson to-morrow or the next day, and then again, there might not. Youcould come near sending the whole of Slopson by Parcels Post. I've heardabout you kids and I've got word to look after you. You're mighty luckyyou didn't all go kerflop into the lake. "

"How soon is there another train through here?" the sheriff asked him. 

"Twelve-fifteen, if she's on time, " the conductor said; "she's a throughfrom Buffalo. "

"Believe me, " I said; "that's one town I know something about--Buffalo. I'll never forget Buffalo, 398 Mls. " They all laughed. 

"She doesn't stop here, does she?" the sheriff asked. 

"Stops at Skiddyunk for water, " the conductor said. "She passes us downat Red Hill siding. "

The sheriff said, "I guess two of us had better watch the station hereand be on the safe side in case she slows down, and the other two willgo down in one of the machines and keep an eye out at Skiddyunk. Theymight get on there. We'll probably beat you to Skiddyunk, but if wedon't, nab 'em if they get on. They're going to try to get away fromthese parts, I know that. "

I was just thinking we'd have to hike back along the road to our littleHome Sweet Home, when the conductor said, "Hop on, you boys. "

 * * * * *

When we got to Skiddyunk, the sheriff and one of his men were alreadythere. But there wasn't any sign of the two fellows. Then the trainstarted backing up along the Slopson Branch and the two sheriffs stayedon it. Pretty soon we were back almost to where we had started from. There wasn't any station at Ridgeboro, but the sheriffs looked allaround the closed-up store, in the wood-shed and under the platform. Then the train backed down the siding and very gently bunked into theBrewster's Centre car. There were men swinging lights and shouting toeach other, while one coupled our car to the train. Then there was a lotmore shouting and swinging lights and then we started. 

We stood on the back platform of our own car and I could see the moonjust beginning to shine on the part of the lake that we were moving awayfrom. The wheels rattled, rattled; and it seemed kind of as if the carwas saying _so long, so long, so long_----

Pretty soon, away across the lake, we could see a light and we knew itwas the fire at _Camp Smile Awhile_. Then we passed the store that wasall closed up tight and I said, "so long, store. So long, _Camp SmileAwhile_. " And while we stood out there on the back platform, the wheelskept saying, "S'long, s'long, s'long, s'long, s'long. . . . "

Gee whiz, I was sorry. 

CHAPTER XXIII

CRAZY STUFF

One thing sure, those auto thieves weren't on our train; they didn't geton at any of those three places, Ozone Valley or Ridgeboro or Skiddyunk. The two sheriffs got off at Skiddyunk again, to keep a watch when thelate train came through. The Skiddyunk Station was all dark. As we leftit the wheels kept saying, "s'long, s'long, " and pretty soon we couldn'tsee it at all, and I knew that the country where we had had so much funwas way back there in the dark and that probably we'd never see it anymore. 

That was a single-track railroad and as we stood on the back platform, we could see the two shiny rails going away back into the dark. 

"Let's go and sit down, " I said; "I'm tired. "

We had a shoe box full of eats that the girls at _Camp Smile Awhile_ hadgiven us and, yum, yum, those sandwiches were good. 

Pretty soon a brakeman came staggering through, holding onto the seats. He had a red lantern and he hung it on the back platform. "So's theflyer won't bunk her nose into us, " he said. 

"Reg'lar private car, you kids got, " he said. 

I said, "When do you think we'll get to Bridgeboro, New Jersey?"

"Depends on the out trains from New York, " he said; "we get in aboutthree. No telling how long you'll stand in the yards. If you're pickedup pretty quick, you ought to be home in time for breakfast. But there'sno telling with a dead special. "

I said, "You don't call this car a dead one, do you? You ought to haveseen the adventures it had. "

He laughed and said, "A dead special is a pickup. It ain't carriedstraight through. It's picked up and laid down and picked up. See?"

"We should worry when we get home, " I said. 

"You'll get there, " he said, nice and pleasant; "don't you worry. "

"Worry?" Connie said. "That must be a Greek word; I never heard it. "

He was an awful nice fellow, that brakeman. 

Pretty soon we were all sprawling on the seats, started on our favoriteindoor sport, jollying Pee-wee. The train went through a pretty wildcountry and sometimes we could look way down into deep valleys, andsometimes mountains went right up straight from the tracks and seemedlike walls outside the windows. 

Wig said, "To-morrow is Columbus Day. "

"Right the first time, " I told him; "I wish we weren't going to get home'till Tuesday. "

"What's the difference between Tuesday?" Connie wanted to know. 

"Is it a conundrum?" I said. 

"No, it's an adverb, I mean a proverb, " he said. 

"Tuesday and _what_?" Pee-wee shouted. 

"Tuesday and nothing, " Connie said; "just Tuesday. Ask me the answer toit. "

"You're crazy, " Pee-wee shouted; "what's the answer to it?"

Connie said, "There isn't any answer. Want to hear another? How manyonions are there?"

"Where?" Pee-wee yelled. 

"Anywhere, " Connie said. 

"That shows how much sense you have, " the kid screamed. 

I laughed so hard I nearly fell off the seat. 

"What's the cause of tears?" Connie said right back at him. 

"What?" Pee-wee asked him. 

"Crying, " Connie said. "Why is the sky blue?"

"Why is it?" the kid shouted. 

"It isn't, " Connie said; "look out of the window, it's black. "

"That isn't a riddle, " Pee-wee shouted. 

"It's a fact, " Connie said; "what's the answer to a question?"

"You make me tired, " the kid screamed; "what kind of a question?"

"Any kind, " Connie said; "how fast is a mile?"

"A mile isn't fast, you crazy Indian!" Pee-wee screamed at him. "Thatshows----"

"All right, how slow is it then?" Connie asked him. "Suppose I have mypicture taken. "

"Well, what?" the kid blurted out. 

"Nothing, " Connie said. 

"You said, suppose you had your picture taken, " Pee-wee screamed. 

"All right, suppose I did; what of it?" Connie laughed. 

"He's got a right to have his picture taken, hasn't he?" I said. "Youcan take mine if you'll bring it back. "

"You're all crazy, " Pee-wee shouted; "you don't know a riddle when yousee one. Do you call those riddles? A riddle is something where you aska question and the answer, kind of, means something else. "

[Illustration]

"Precisely, " Westy said; "the same as somewhere is a place you get to, by going to it. Deny it if you can. "

"Well, there's one place I'm going to, " Connie said; "and that'sasleep. "

"If you don't mind, I'll go with you, " Wig said. 

I don't know how it is, but just before we turn in, we always have a lotof nonsense like that. I bet you think we're crazy. Pretty soon Westyand I were the only ones awake. He's so careful he never goes anywherewithout thinking it over beforehand--not even to sleep. If he were goingto go crazy, he'd have to think it all over beforehand and count tenfirst. Talk about watching your step; he has his chained. And he alwaysremembers where he puts things, too. He never even loses his temper. Idon't lose mine much, but gee whiz, I mislay it sometimes. 

CHAPTER XXIV

UP IN THE AIR

"This is a pretty wild country, " Westy said; "it's all mountains. Do youhear the echo of the engine?"

Just as clear as could be, I could hear the sound of the engine echoingback from the mountains; the chugging and rattling sounded double, like. Then, pretty soon, it kind of died away. 

After about half a minute, Westy and I just sat staring at each other, listening. 

"That's funny, " he said; "it seems to be going farther away. "

"It sounds like the trains when you hear them at Temple Camp, " I said. 

He said, "That isn't our train, it's another train; it's over that way. We didn't hear it before, on account of ours. "

I guess neither of us said anything for about half a minute, and all thewhile we could hear the rattling of the train, away off somewhere. 

I said, "Westy, we're slowing down; it feels kind of funny; do younotice?"

"How?" he said. 

"We're slowing down and there isn't any knocking of the cars againsteach other. "

We both listened and all the while we could hear the rattling of a trainfar away. 

"It feels just the same as it felt when we rolled down the siding, " Isaid; "I don't know, kind of funny--easy like. "

He opened the window and then shouted, "_Look, look!_ This car's allalone. Look off there. "

Away ahead of us, but a little over to one side, we could see a brightspot moving along and little bright dots in back of it. I knew it wasthe brightness thrown by a headlight and the lights showing through carwindows. It was _our_ train scooting along around the mountains. Our carkept slowing down very easy sort of, as if there was nothing pulling itor holding it back either. I knew the feeling, because I had been onthat car when it was like that before. It went slower and slower andslower and then the wheels sounded different--sort of hollow, kind of. Then the car just crawled along and at last it stopped. 

"Look down, " Westy said; "I can't see the ground. Do you hear waterrushing?"

I looked out of the window and down, down, down, till I couldn't seeanything but just the dark. But I could hear water way down there. 

"We're on a high bridge, " I said. 

Just then the wind blew strong and it brought the noise of that trainnear again. And it shook the bridge, too, ever so little. 

Westy said, "Roy, we're a couple of hundred feet up. You know just howthe water in Black Gully sounds up near Temple Camp. That's over twohundred feet. "

"What happened, do you suppose?" I asked him. 

"Coupling broke, I guess, " he said. "Let's have one of those liftersfrom the stove. "

We dropped one of the iron lifters and listened to hear it fall. But allwe could hear was a little splash, away far down. 

"This bridge must be terribly high, " Westy said; "feel how it shakes inthe wind. "

"This is a dickens of a spooky place to be, " I told him; "especially ina strong wind. "

"You said it, " Westy answered. 

Gee whiz, I've often felt kind of shaky going over a high bridge in atrain, but to be left standing in the middle of one; _oh, boy_!

"Let's go and see what happened, " he said. 

We got the red lantern from the back platform of the car and wentthrough to the other platform and held it down. There was nothing at allbeneath us, except ties very far apart, and the rails and the heavysteel runners outside the rails. The coupling was broken, all right. Iguess that coupling must have been an old timer. 

"Hang the lantern on the rail, " Westy said, "while I get down and seewhat happened. "

"Look out what you're doing, " I said; "there's two or three hundred feetof space below you. Watch your step. "

He lay on the platform so as to be able to reach down and look downwhere the coupling was, and find out just what had happened. 

"Hold the light down, " he said. 

Gee, I can't tell you just how it happened. Westy says he was to blameand I say I was to blame. He said he knocked the lantern out of my hand, but, gee whiz, I should have kept it out of his way. Anyway, it wenttumbling down and it went so far that it looked like just a little redspeck. It stayed lighted till it crashed away down in the bottom ofthat place. And the light turned yellow and spread a little bit, thenwent out. I guess the oil spilled on a rock down there. Anyway, itlooked like miles. 

Westy was breathing hard and I guess I was, too. He said, "Have you gotthat time table? What time did our conductor say that train from Buffalocomes through?"

I said, "About midnight. We're in a pretty bad fix. I guess I'd betterwake the fellows up, hey?"

We were both pretty serious. 

CHAPTER XXV

IN THE DARK

I guess you know that was an old out-of-date car, because anyone wouldknow that the railroad people wouldn't use a good car to stand on a sidetrack for a makeshift station. Gee whiz, we didn't care about that, weeven liked it, because it was old-fashioned and kind of ramshackle; itmade it seem like a good place for camping. And if it hadn't been forthat old stove in the corner of it, we could never have bunked in it andcooked our meals. Crinkums, I like old things, but not old worn-outcouplings. Nay, nay!

Another thing, the only lights in that car were three lamps along thetop, but they weren't exactly lights, because the lamps were broken. Just the brass things were there. There was just one good lamp in a sidebracket in the ticket agent's place, and when we started away fromBrewster's Centre that was full of oil. But we used it all up onSaturday night in Ridgeboro and we couldn't get any at the store thenext day, on account of it being Sunday. We were going to get some onMonday morning, but you see we were picked up Sunday night. So now theonly light we had was a little flashlight belonging to Connie Bennett. 

I said, "Westy, this is the worst fix we were ever in. I never thoughtabout anything like this when I said it was a lot of fun being pulledall over the country in this car. Feel how the bridge shakes in thewind; it's kind of spooky like, hey? If it only wasn't so dark. Thatmakes it worse, not being able to see where you are at all. Listen, doyou hear a train?"

"Nope, " he said, all the while listening; "I guess it's just becauseyou're scared. "

"Anyway, there's no use wasting time, " I told him; "let's wake up thefellows. "

That was some job. We had to roll Pee-wee off the seat onto the floorand then roll him out into the aisle. I guess they didn't know what wewere talking about first, but when they knew about it, they sat up allright. We just sat there talking in the pitch dark. 

"What good is the flashlight?" Connie asked us. "It won't show farenough and the battery won't hold out for more than about a half anhour. I hear a train now. "

No one said a word; just listened. "I heard that, " Westy said; "it isn'ta train. "

"One is likely to crash into us any minute, " Wig said; "I'd rather jumpand be done with it--the suspense. "

"Do you call that using your brains?" Pee-wee shouted. Gee whiz, whenyou come right down to it, I have to admit that kid is a bully littlescout. 

"You couldn't walk the ties even if we could, " Wig said; "you can't takea long enough step. "

"Well, then, _you_ walk them and I'll stay here, " the kid said. 

I reached across in the dark and hit him a good rap on the shoulder. "That shows there's one thing about scouting you don't know, Kiddo, " Itold him. "A scout troop is just as strong as its weakest member, justthe same as a chain is as strong as its weakest link. We _will_ use ourbrains, right up to the last minute. Don't get scared. "

We all listened to a sound we heard far off. 

"I'm not scared, " Pee-wee said. And even in the dark I could see hiseyes looking straight at me and they looked awful brave and clear, kindof. 

"No use getting excited, " Wig said. "Why couldn't we break up some woodand start a fire a few feet away from the car?"

"Listen!" Connie said; "shh----"

"Maybe it would stop a train, but it would surely burn the bridge down, "Westy said. "The ties are wooden. There's enough wood to curl the steelall up into a mess of wreckage. And all that might happen before thetrain came along. "

"Could we walk the ties?" Wig asked. "Even if they're far apart we mighthelp Pee-wee----Listen!"

"Don't be all the time scaring me, " I said, kind of mad, like. Because Iwas getting good and scared, and rattled. "Let's see your light, Connie. "

I held the light to the time table. "There's no station anywhere aroundhere, I guess, " I said; "but that flyer ought to come along prettysoon----"

"I hear it now, " Wig said. 

"No, you don't, " I told him; "what's the use of getting us all excited?Sit still. If it comes along, all we can do is to go out and lie flaton the ties and trust to luck. Any fellow that wants to hang by hishands, can do it. It would be pretty hard lifting ourselves up againthough. But the flyer isn't coming yet. "

"I hear a whistle, " Wig said. 

"No, you don't hear a whistle, " I told him; "that's an owl down there inthe woods. Don't you know the call of an owl?"

"How about freight trains?" Connie asked. 

I said, "I don't know anything about freight trains; they're not on thetime table. Of course, we're up against it, but what's the use of goingall to pieces? If any fellow wants to try walking the ties, he can doit. It would be hard enough in the daytime. On a dark night like this, he'd just go crashing down into all those rocks and water, that's all. Maybe the chances are against us, but I say, let's stick together. "

"That's what I say, " Pee-wee shouted; "we've always stuck together. Isay _stick together_. "

"Bully for you, Kid, " I said. 

"We had a lot of fun anyway, " he said; "and I always voted for you forpatrol leader. I'm not scared. "

I got up, because I just couldn't sit there any more. Every time thewind blew and the car rattled, it gave me a start. I put my arm overPee-wee's shoulder and I said, "I've jollied you a lot, Walt. "

"I don't mind that, " he said; "and besides, a scout is brave. "

"You're a better scout than any of us, I guess, " I told him. 

Then I went out onto the platform, because I just couldn't keep still. Iremembered what Connie had said about all the men that lose their livesworking on railroads. Anyway, Pee-wee was right, we had had a lot offun. I guess we never thought about the other side of it. I looked awaydown into the dark and I could just hear the water splashing on therocks. I had to grab hold of the railing when the wind blew. I lookedaway off along the tracks, but I couldn't even see where the bridgeended; only I could see a kind of a big patch of dark that was blackerthan the regular dark, and I thought it was a mountain. I guessed maybea headlight would show suddenly around that. Connie came out, but didn'tsay anything, and then went back through to the other platform. I couldhear frogs croaking, away down. 

"Going to watch?" I called after him. 

He said, "We're going to hang from the ties when we hear it. "

"All right, " I told him; "it's awful dark. I can't see a thing. "

I heard one of the fellows inside say that maybe the wind would startthe car, but I knew that was crazy talk, because a bridge is alwayslevel. I made up my mind that I'd hang from one of the ties and clasp myhands around it. I knew that it would be hard pulling myself up andscrambling onto the bridge again; _all_ of us wouldn't manage it, thatwas sure. It seemed kind of funny that probably we wouldn't have a fullpatrol any more. I wasn't exactly scared but, kind of, I didn't like tohear those frogs croaking way down there. It sounded so spooky. 

I heard Westy say, "So long, Roy, if I don't see you again. "

I called in for him to keep the kid near him. He was always my specialchum, Westy was. . . . 

CHAPTER XXVI

WALTER HARRIS, SCOUT

All of a sudden, somebody was standing near me on the platform andclutching my arm. It was Pee-wee. 

"Look out you don't fall, Kid, " I told him. 

"I didn't tell any of them, " he whispered. "Listen, I've got an idea. Iwas--all the while I was trying to use my brains. But anyhow, I don'tknow just how we can do it, but you can find a way, so then really it'llbe _your_ idea. Shh--I want the fellows to think it's your idea; see?Shh! Why can't we use the movie apparatus, some way; why can't we? Andflash it to them. "

"You said it!" I fairly yelled. 

"Shh--h, " he whispered; "I always voted for you; listen, it's _your_idea, see? Because I don't know just how----"

Oh, boy, I just grabbed that kid around the neck, till I could feel hiscurly head right tight close to me. 

"What should I '_shh_' about?" I shouted. "You little brick! What areyou whispering about? _Pee-wee's hit it!_" I just fairly shouted. "We'reall right. Get in the car, " I yelled at him, and I gave him a push. "Telling your patrol leader to shut up, are you?"

Then I called him back again, I just couldn't help it, and I grabbed himaround the neck and I just held him that way. 

"You _bully_, _tip-top_ little scout, " I said; "you--you little SilverFox! You--you've saved all of us. "

"And we can _always_ stick together, hey?" he said. 

"Sure, --oh, sure, " I told him; "you bet!"

Gee whiz, all we needed was the idea. All the rest of the ideas came tous quick enough. 

"There's oil in the movie lamp, " Wig yelled. 

"Break one of the windows, " I said; "_quick_. "

"What for?"

"Never mind what for. Get a piece of glass, " I hollered. "Pick out twolong sticks--hurry up. "

It didn't take us long to decide just how we'd do. 

"Two _long_ ones, " I said; "don't be listening for trains. "

Crash went a window. "I've got a good piece, " Pee-wee yelled. 

"All right, blacken it with the movie lamp, " I told him. 

Oh, boy, we were some busy crew. The wood that had been nailed up underthe car in Brewster's Centre was in long strips, and we hauled a coupleof the longest ones out double quick. It wasn't exactly my idea, what wedid; it was all of our ideas, I guess. We planned it out while we werehustling. 

One of those long strips we stuck out of the window and then held it upoutside. One end of it was inside the car, resting on the seat, and theother end pointed up as straight as we could hold it outside. It reachedup past the roof. Two of us held it that way, while two others did thesame thing with another one through the window just opposite. So you seethose two long strips stuck up, one on either side of the roof. Theydidn't stand up straight on account of sticking down through thewindows, but they slanted away from each other up above. It took four ofus to hold them that way. 

[Illustration: SPRAWLING RIGHT ACROSS THAT SHEET WAS THE WORD _STOP_. 

_Roy Blakeley's Camp on Wheels. _ _Page 150_]

While we were doing that, Pee-wee had the little movie lamp turned up soit smoked and he held the piece of glass over it until it was all blackwith soot. Pee-wee was all black with soot, too. A scout is thorough. Intwo minutes more, I guess, he would have been disguised as a negro. 

"Turn it down, " I said; "that's enough. Are you game to climb up on thecar? Get the sheet and the rope, quick. "

Pee-wee was game for anything. You never saw him back down, did you? Noteven--but never mind. That's a thing of the past. In five seconds thatlittle monkey was up on top of the car with the screen cloth and therope that we always used to hang it from. I called up out of the windowfor him to look out. 

"I don't see any trains, " he shouted down. 

"I mean look out for yourself, " I said. "Tie the rope across from onestick to the other as high as you can reach, " Wig shouted; "and becareful when you stand up. "

"That's nothing, " Pee-wee shouted. 

In less than half a minute the sticks stood up all right without beingheld, and we knew that they were tied together and bent enough towardeach other so that they would stand up good and solid. Then we told himto sit down, because we didn't want him standing and reaching up to fixthe sheet. 

"I'll go up, " I said. 

When I got up on the roof, Pee-wee and I hooked the sheet to the ropeall the way across and tied it to the sticks at the bottom, so itwouldn't blow. Then we dangled the end of rope down past the window justbelow, and the fellows tied the movie apparatus to it, and we hauled itup. There was a kind of a tank lying flat on the roof and fastenedtight, and we stood the apparatus close against that, and kept close toit ourselves to keep from slipping and falling off. Jiminies, I've heardof tramps riding on the tops of cars like that, but believe me, Iwouldn't want to be on the top of one while it was going. 

With my little finger I printed the word STOP in good big black letterson the smoked glass. 

"Listen, " Pee-wee said; "shh; do you hear a train?"

I listened. "I guess it's just the fellows down in the car, " I said. "Have you got matches?"

"I've got four pockets full of them, " he said. Even then I had to laugh. A scout is thorough. 

"Listen, " he said; "I think it's a train. "

Away off I could hear a rattling sound, very low and quick--_tkd_, _tkd_, _tkd_, _tkd_, _tkd_, _tkd_, _tkd_, _tkd_; then all of a sudden along, shrill whistle. And I could hear it again, very low, echoing fromthe mountains. 

"_She's coming!_" Connie shouted up. 

"We should worry, " I hollered down. 

But just the same my hand trembled as I put the piece of glass into theapparatus, and held it there in place. 

There wasn't any sign of light anywhere, the cloth stayed as dark aspitch. 

"What's the matter?" Pee-wee asked, all breathless. 

"It doesn't work, " I said. I could hardly speak, and cold shudders weregoing all through me. 

Away far off, there came a big patch of light on one of the mountains, so that we could even see the trees off there. It was from the headlightof a locomotive that we couldn't see yet. I guess it was coming aroundthe mountain. 

"All right?" Westy called up out of the window. 

"It doesn't work, Westy, " I said. 

I could hardly speak, my throat felt so queer, sort of. 

CHAPTER XXVII

"POTS"

"Did you take the cap off?" Westy called up. Thoughtful little Westy!

"G--o--o--d night, " I said; "I never took the cap off the lenscylinder. "

"Maybe that was the reason, " Pee-wee said, in that innocent way of his. 

"It's just possible, " I said. 

I took off the cap and, oh, _Christopher Columbus_, wasn't I happy!Sprawling right across that sheet was the word STOP in good big letters. Believe me, that was my favorite word. STOP. It showed far enough inboth directions for an engineer to see it in time to come to a fullstop. 

"Will they see it?" Pee-wee asked me, all excited. 

"If the engineer isn't dead, he'll see it, " I told him. 

"Maybe we ought to have said _please_, hey? A scout is supposed to bepolite, " he said. I just had to sit back and laugh, right there on theroof of that car. Cracky, but that kid is a scream. 

One funny thing was that from the train the word would show wrong sidearound. It would show the right way from one direction and the wrong wayfrom the other direction. 

"It will read POTS, " I said. 

"Maybe he won't stop, hey?" the kid asked me. 

"Sure he will, " I said; "how does he know how big the pots are? It willknock him silly when he sees that. "

Even beyond the screen, away over against a hill, we could see the wordPOTS printed very dim and small. Only the P was wrong side around. 

But anyway, safety first; so I kept moving the glass so the word dancedaround. An engineer who couldn't have seen that must have been blind. 

Pretty soon, along she came, and we could see the headlight now, goodand clear, and hear her thundering along as if she should worry aboutanything. _Rattle_, _bang_, she went, and roaring and clanking as ifshe'd be glad to trample the whole world down and never even stop totake notice. _Slam_, _bang_, she came along, and we could see themountains as plain as day, brightened up by her headlight. 

I just held the glass, moving it around, and I have to admit I was alittle kind of nervous, sort of. 

_Slam bang, slam bang!_ She came along and we could hear the rattlingand clanking echoing from the mountains, and the racket was all mixedup. Sparks of light were flying up out of the smokestack and we couldhear the rails clanking, clanking. . . . 

Then the sound of the clanking changed. Then it died down, and there wasonly the steady rattle, rattle. . . . 

She was slowing down. 

"We've got her, Kid, " I said; "sit still, you'll only fall off. We'vegot her eating out of our hands. "

"Clank, clank, clank--clank--clank, " she went; then "s-s-s-s-s-s. . . . "

She had stopped. 

There she stood, puffing and puffing, part on the bridge, and part backin the dark. The locomotive seemed like a big lion that had just beengoing to spring at us. 

"Hurrah!" we heard the fellows down in the car calling. 

"P-f-f-f-f-f-f, " the locomotive went. 

"Let _me_ do it! Let _me_ do it!" Pee-wee yelled. 

I took the piece of glass out and leaned back against the tank. All of asudden I saw something else sprawled all over the sheet. It was theright way around, too, for the engineer. I guess Pee-wee had beencarrying it in his pocket. Anyway, there were spots on it where the soothad been wiped off. But it was easy to read it, and this is what itsaid:

 MUCH OBLIGED, MISTER

Honest, can you beat that kid?

CHAPTER XXVIII

"SEEN IN THE MOVIES"

I guess the fellows down in the car must have seen the notice where itwas printed kind of faint like, against a hill, because they couldn'thave seen it on the screen. Anyway, they set up a howl and beganshouting up out of the windows. They're a crazy bunch. 

"Show them Pee-wee peeling potatoes! Show them Pee-wee floppingflip-flops!" they began yelling. 

"Show them the one of me stirring soup, " the kid said, grabbing me bythe arm; "that's the best one!"

I said, "You crazy Indian, do you think those people in the flyer arethere to see a movie show? Keep still, here come a couple of men withlanterns. "

"They're going to penetrate the mystery, " Pee-wee said. I guess he gotthat out of some book, hey? _Penetrate the mystery. _

I said, "As long as they didn't penetrate this car, I'm satisfied. "

We could see two lights bobbing along toward us from the train. Evenwith lanterns it must have been a pretty risky job, walking those ties. All the while Pee-wee and I were taking down the sheet, and as soon aswe loosened it from the sticks, the fellows down in the car pulled themin. 

"Look how clear it shows against the hill, now the sheet isn't up, " Isaid to Pee-wee. 

I guess you know what I meant, all right. Even through the sheet theprinting had shown kind of dim against a hill in back of the train, butwith the sheet taken down it showed pretty clear and it seemed awfulfunny. And besides, now that the sheet was down we had a good look atthe train; the light from the movie apparatus seemed to shine rightalong the tops of the cars. 

All of a sudden, Pee-wee grabbed me by the arm and said, "Look! _Look!_On the top of the second car. Look! Do you see? Right beside that longsort of a boiler thing. "

I looked, and then, for once, I had sense enough to do the right thingin a hurry. I closed the shutter in the apparatus. 

"Did you see them?" Pee-wee whispered, all excited. 

"Sure, " I said; "two men. "

They were lying on the top of the car, right close against a big, longthing like a boiler. It was much bigger than the thing on our car. Onewas lying on one side of it, and the other one on the opposite side. Thereason I shut the light off in such a hurry was because I didn't wantthem to know they were seen. 

"Are they train robbers?" Pee-wee whispered to me. "Are theyhighwaymen?"

"They're high enough to be highwaymen, " I told him. 

"Maybe they're bandits, hey?" he said. 

"I hope so, for your sake, " I told him. "I hope they're a couple ofpirates, but I guess they're only tramps. Come on, let's go down. "

We dangled the movie apparatus down and the fellows took it in throughthe window. Then they came out on the platform and helped the kid and medown. That was a pretty hard job, believe _me_. Just as we got our feeton terra what d'ye call it. --I mean terra cotta[A]--that Latin forplatform--anyway, you know what I mean--as soon as we got our two feet(I mean four feet) on the platform, the two men with lanterns had justreached it. 

One of the men said, "What's all this? What are you doing here, anyway?Who are you?" Gee whiz, it sounded like an examination paper. 

Whenever we get mixed up with grown-up people it's usually me--I mean_I_--that has to do the talking. Pee-wee usually helps though. So I gavethe men our regular motto. 

I said, "We're here because we're here. Ask me something easy. This isthe Comedy of Errors. " I said that because we have the Comedy of Errorsin school and I just happened to think of it. 

I guess the man was the fireman; anyway, he had on a jumper. He walkedinto the car and looked all around with his lantern and the other manlooked all around, too, trying to size us up, I guess. 

The fireman said, "Comedy of Errors, huh?"

Pee-wee said, "Sure, that's in Shakespeare. "

"Well, it's mighty gol darn lucky you had a movie machine along, " thefireman said. "You youngsters have had a _mighty narrow_ escape. "

"Why shouldn't it be a narrow escape?" Connie said. "It's a narrowbridge. Anyway, where do we go from here?"

"There's a couple of men lying on the top of one of your cars, too, "Pee-wee said; "we could see them by the light. "

"Tramps, I guess, " the brakeman said. He didn't seem to be surprised. 

So then we told them all about how it was with us--our adventures withthe car and all that. They said we had a bad coupling and that it was nowonder it had parted. 

"We should worry, " I told him; "scouts stick together, even if couplingspart. But anyway, we'd like to get off this bridge. "

The fireman said it wouldn't be a bad idea. 

FOOTNOTE:

[Footnote A: He probably meant terra firma. ]

CHAPTER XXIX

"FOILED"

Pretty soon they went back to the train and then, after about tenminutes, the engine began puffing and coming toward us ever so slow. Itseemed as if it hardly moved. 

"I think we're going to get a good bunk in the nose, " Wig said. 

"Good night, " I told him; "I hope it doesn't pick up speed. "

"I'd rather see it pick up anything than that, " Connie said. 

"Suppose it had hit us at full speed, " Pee-wee said. 

"It would have been a home run all right, " I told him. 

Even with that locomotive just creeping along toward us, it scared me. It seemed as if it couldn't touch our car without banging it intosplinters. But that engineer knew what he was doing all right. The traincame along so slowly you could hardly tell it was moving, and sometimesit stopped and started again. Pee-wee said it was going scout pace. Butit was more like a snail's pace, I guess. 

Pretty soon it stopped just about ten feet from us and the headlightbrightened up the whole car. I could feel the bridge tremble a little, sort of keeping time with that great big locomotive, as it stood therepuffing and just kind of throbbing. And I thought how all that engineerwould have to do was pull a handle and--_g--o--o--d_ night! He wassitting, looking out of the window, sort of calm and easy, smoking apipe. Connie called up to him and said, "Hey, Mister, have a heart anddon't start anything. " The engine just went, "_pff_, _pff_, _pff_, " veryslow. We could even feel the heat of it. 

Somebody called out for us to get inside the car and stay there. A manwent through our car with a red lantern and kept swinging it on theother platform. I could see men swinging red lights way in the back ofthe train, too. Some people on the train tried to get out, but therailroad men made them get on again. I could hear a lady crying thatthere was going to be a bad collision. Cracky, I never heard of a goodone, did you?

The men between the front of the engine and our car had a long iron bar, sort of, and they had one end of it fixed in a sort of coupling justabove the cow-catcher. It was pretty hard keeping us off the platform, so we saw everything they did. The other end of that bar they held up soit stuck out like a shaft, and then the engine moved about an inch, thenstopped, then moved about another inch, then stopped. Gee whiz, I wasglad I wasn't down there with those men. _Yum_, _yum_, I likesandwiches, but I don't like being the middle part of one. Then all of asudden, _bunk_. 

The men climbed up on our car and in a minute, chu chu, along we wentever so slow, the engine pushing us. 

When we were off the bridge, the train stopped and the men on the otherend of our car went away along the tracks, swinging their lanterns. Gee, it's all right to say a bridge is strong, and I guess that one was, allright, but me for the good solid earth. It feels good underneath you. 

Pretty soon the conductor and a lot of passengers came along to take alook at us. What did _we_ care? Everybody said we were _wonders_ tothink about using the movie apparatus and they were laughing. I guess itwas at the word _pots_, hey? One man said we were prenominal, [B] orsomething or other like that--I should worry. 

Pretty soon we noticed a little crowd of people outside the second car, so we went up that way to see what was the matter. A couple of men werejust coming down off the platform and each of them was holding a man bythe collar. The men they were holding had on scout hats. I took one lookand _g--o--o--d_ night! Those two fellows were the automobile thieves. 

"_What--do--you--know--about--that?_" Connie whispered to me. 

"And the train people never knew they were up there until we told them, "Westy said. 

I guess the two men were detectives. Anyway, just as they stepped off, they let go the one man and one of them said, "Now you two hoboes beatit, and the next time either of you is caught riding on this road, you'll do time for it There's the road----"

_Jiminetty!_ I didn't wait for him to say any more. I just went right upto that detective and I said, "Mister, those men are worse than tramps;they're not tramps at all; they're thieves; they stole an automobile;hurry up, you'd better catch him. "

Oh, boy, didn't he grab hold of that fellow again! The fellow must haveseen some of us, because he was just starting to run when, zippo, thatdetective had him by the collar again. The other one hadn't been let goeven, so he was safe. 

By that time passengers from the train were crowding around and Pee-weewas right in the center, shouting, same as he always does. "They're--they're desperate--culprits----" he said; "we _foiled_ themonce before--we did----"

All the passengers were laughing. Even the conductor and the detectiveswere laughing. I was laughing so hard, I couldn't speak. 

He just shouted on, "You can say what you want about robbers and banditsand--and all things like that being bad--in the movies--but anyway, Idon't care how many censors there are--you've got to admit that themovies are all right--they can--what d'ye call it--they can revealidentities, they can----"

Then Westy spoke up. He said, "This is our little mascot; he'sharmless. " Then he told all about how our car was stalled on the roadand how the thieves got away. Westy always has his wits about him whenhe talks, that's one thing. 

One of the detectives said, "Can you boys positively identify thispair?"

"Haven't they got our hats?" I said. "Sure we can identify them. "

The two thieves looked at us as if to try to scare us, but what did _we_care? They made a big fuss and said they were only tramps, but it didn'tdo them any good, and nobody believed them. Because all those peoplecould see we knew what we were talking about, especially Westy, becausehe's always so sober, like. And besides, they knew that we were the oneswho had first discovered them on top of the car, and I guess they sawthat we had some sense, because on account of our flashing the signal inthat way. 

Anyway, you can bet those two fellows didn't get away. The men took theminto the baggage car and that was the last we saw of them, because afterthe train started we had to stay in our own car, on account of theengine being between us and the train. That was the only thing that keptPee-wee from giving a movie show. 

But the fireman came in to see us, because he knew how to climb all overthe engine. He told us that those fellows had handcuffs on, and he gotall our names and addresses, because he said we'd have to come back andbe witnesses. But we never did, because the fellows confessed. Gee whiz, I would have liked to go back again. Maybe it wouldn't have been so muchfun though, hey? I guess maybe I wouldn't have liked to. It's no funseeing people sent to jail. But anyway, one sure thing, they had noright to steal a Pierce-Arrow. Even they wouldn't have had any right tosteal a Ford. 

But anyway, who'd want to steal a Ford?

FOOTNOTE:

[Footnote B: Phenomenal is probably what the man said. ]

CHAPTER XXX

OUR PATROL "SING"

So you have to admit that there were two thieves that really got caughtin the movies. Mr. Ellsworth says that movies with thieves and robbersand pistols and things are no good. But if it hadn't been for that movieoutfit, good night, where would we have been, I'd like to know? Andwhere would those thieves have been?

Anyway, pretty soon the excitement was all over, except that Pee-weekept things going. Nothing but an earthquake would stop _him_. It waspretty bright in our car on account of the headlight from the engine. Wemoved along so slowly that I guess I could walk just as fast. Thefireman paid us a good visit. He was an awful nice fellow. He could bendhis left thumb way back. He said he would be an engineer pretty soon. Jiminy, I hope he's one by now. 

He told us that the engineer was going to push us as far as FlimdunkSiding and leave us there and that another train would pick us up thenext day. He said both our couplings were rusted out and no good and oneof them would have to be fixed before we could be taken on. 

He said, "We can't push you far like this; 'tisn't safe and we have tojust crawl. "

"Flimdunk suits _us_ all right, " I told him; "we're not particular. Columbus didn't know where he was going anyway, and to-morrow's ColumbusDay. We should worry. "

He said he guessed Number 23 would pick us up. 

"_Good night!_" I told him, "that means more adventures. I supposethat's the skiddo special. Probably we'll be dumped off a cliff. All inthe game. "

He laughed and said that probably we wouldn't have any more trouble, because Number 23 made a quick run straight to Jersey City. 

"What does it want to go to Jersey City for?" Wig asked him. 

He said, "Well, it doesn't stay there long. "

"I don't blame it, " Connie piped up. 

He told us that when we got to Jersey City a Northern local would pickus up and drop us at Bridgeboro. 

"All right, just as you say, " I told him. 

Anyway, we weren't going to worry about it. When we got home we'd gethome, that was all. And when we didn't, we wouldn't. 

After the fireman went away, we fixed two seats facing each other andsprawled all over them. I guess we were getting pretty sleepy. 

"Shout to the engineer to turn off that headlight and we'll go tosleep, " Wig said. 

"Let's make some turnovers first, " Pee-wee said. 

"All right, _you_ make them, " I said. 

Then followed a big chunk of silence. 

All of a sudden Connie started singing:

 "We stood on the bridge at midnight. "

"Keep your feet off me, " I said; "what do you think I am? A door-mat?"

"Let's make up another verse, " Wig said. 

"Let's put Flimdunk in it!" Pee-wee shouted. 

Pretty soon all of us were singing:

 "We stood on the bridge at midnight, We stood on the bridge at midnight, We stood on the bridge at midnight. "

Then somebody sang:

 "We came near getting a bunk, We came near getting a bunk. "

Then we all sang:

 "We stood on the bridge at midnight, We came near getting a bunk; We came near getting a bunk; We came----"

"We flashed them POTS!" Pee-wee yelled. 

"Now we're on our way to Flimdunk, " Westy said. 

So pretty soon this is what we were all singing:

 "We stood on the bridge at midnight, We came near getting a bunk; We flashed them POTS for an S--O--S, Now we're on our way to Flimdunk. "

Gee whiz, I have to admit we're a crazy bunch in our patrol. 

CHAPTER XXXI

FLIMDUNK SIDING

After a little while, Pee-wee fell asleep, but the rest of us stayedawake, because we wanted to see what kind of a place we were going tostop at. 

For about fifteen or twenty minutes the engine pushed us awfully slow, then we stopped, and a couple of men went between our car and the engineand did something to that long iron bar. We watched them from theplatform. Then one of the men went through our car to the other platformand the other one stayed on the platform near the engine. Another manstarted along the track with a lantern. 

"The plot grows thicker, " I said; "what's going to happen now?"

"Search me, " Connie said; "look around and see if you see Flimdunkanywhere--not inside the car, you crazy Indian. "

I was looking inside the car for it. 

"How could we tell it if we saw it?" Connie asked us. 

"Can't you tell a village when you see one? It'll look like a youngtown, " Westy said. 

"The fireman didn't say anything about a town anyway, " I told them; "hejust said Flimdunk Siding. "

"Maybe that man is swinging the lantern so the town can get off thetrack, " Wig said; "anyhow, I bet something is going to happen. "

It was pitch dark all around, except that the headlight of thelocomotive made a long shaft like a searchlight 'way far ahead, and wecould see the man walking along the track in that shaft, swinging hislantern. Our car was all bright, too. It seemed awful lonesome where hewas going, far ahead in the dark. The locomotive kept going _pfff, pfff, pfff_, just like a horse stamping his foot, because he's in a hurry tostart. It seemed kind of as if it didn't want to wait. 

"Have we come to the siding?" I asked the man on the platform. 

"You'll have to take the switch, " he said. 

"We wouldn't take anything that didn't belong to us, " Connie said;"you'll have to give it to us if you want us to take it. "

"I don't care so much about having one, anyway, " I said. I guess thatman thought we were crazy. 

"We'll give you the run, " he said. 

"I wouldn't blame you for doing that if we took the switch, " Wig toldhim. Gee, he had to laugh. 

Pretty soon the man who was far ahead began swinging his lantern aroundin a circle. Then the engine gave a kind of a quick, shrill whistle, andwe started again. We went a little faster than before and then, all of asudden, we saw the engine standing quite a way off, and already the menon our car were turning the hand brakes. Our car was rattling along allby itself. In about half a minute, _kerlick, kerlick_, it went on aswitch and then the men began yanking on the brake handles for all theywere worth. 

But I knew that old car all right, and its brakes were pretty near asbad as its couplings. 

"Oh, merrily, merrily on we roll, " Connie began singing. 

"What's the matter with this plaguey old boat?" one of the men said, allthe while bracing his feet and pulling and pulling on the wheel. 

"It likes to go off on a hike by itself, " I said; "you should worry. When it stops, it stops. "

"Well, it better stop pretty soon, " he said, "or else----Here, get holdof this wheel, you kids, and pull. "

"Them brakes got about as much bite in 'em as a ki-oodle, " the man said;"how old is this old scow? 'Bout a hundred, I guess. "

"This old car is all right, " I told him; "a scout must have respect forage--page something-or-other-scout handbook. We may be old ourselvessome day. What do we care, yo ho?"

He said, "Well, I hope the brakes on your tongue will work better thanthey do now. "

"The pleasure is mine, " I told him. 

Two of us were pulling away as hard as we could, helping one of thetrainmen, two were helping the man on the other platform, and Pee-weewas sleeping peacefully inside with his head on the floor and one of hislegs sprawled up over the seat. 

As well as I could see, we were rolling merrily along a track thatbranched away from the main track. I thought that, because I couldn'tsee the full blaze of the engine's headlight any more, and I knew wewere verging away from the railroad. 

"Talk about prodigal sons, " Westy said; "when this old car gets backhome, they ought to kill the fatted calf for it. "

"Good night, " I told him; "if the fatted calf gets on the track, he'llbe killed all right. "

"Oh, boys, where do we go from here?" Wig began singing. 

But those trainmen didn't seem to think it was much of a joke. All of asudden, we went rattling through an opening in a fence and I saw acouple of big white things near us. 

"They're tents, " Westy said. 

By now the car was slowing down and pretty soon it stopped right infront of a big dark thing--a kind of a building. If we'd have gone fiftyfeet more, we'd have bunked our nose right into it. 

The trainman said, "That's the craziest old set of brakes I ever saw. You'll have to be contented to stay right here, that's all;twenty-three'll back in after you. "

"Contented is our favorite nickname, " I told him; "is this Flimdunk, with the fence around it? It's a good idea--the place can't run away. Ihope they'll like us. "

"Do you think we're intruding?" Westy said. 

I guess those trainmen set us down for a lot of idiots. Anyway, theydidn't have to tell us so, because we admit it. They said that thebrakes were worn off so much that they didn't press hard against thewheels, only sort of gentle, like. They were nice polite brakes. 

One of the trainmen said he'd leave us a lantern so we could see totalk; then they went back out through the fence and I could see theirlanterns making circles in the dark. Pretty soon we could hear theengine puffing and all of a sudden, it gave a loud, shrill whistle. Itsounded as if the train was coming very slowly up toward the switch, butin about a couple of minutes we could hear it rattling along, fartherand farther away, and going faster and faster. 

"So long, old flyer, " Westy called. 

I said, "Listen! Listen to the sound it makes--_tk-ed, tk-ed, tk_----Itseems as if it's saying, 'twenty-three for yours, ' doesn't it?"

"Skiddo, flyer!" Connie shouted; "anyhow, you were foiled by the BoyScouts. "

That word _foiled_ reminded us of Pee-wee, so we went inside and lookedat him. I guess the stopping of the car had shaken him up some. Hishead was way underneath the seat, one of his arms was halfway up on theseat and one of his legs was on the movie outfit in the aisle. 

It was a sight for a painter. I mean a sign painter. 

CHAPTER XXXII

EXPLORING

"What do you say we explore the neighborhood?" Wig said. 

"What do you say we put a block in front of the wheels?" I said. "Safetyfirst. "

"This seems to be a kind of a walled city, like China, " Connie said. "Ican see a kind of a shadow. Do you suppose that's the fence going allthe way around?"

"Sure it is, " I told him; "all we have to do is shut those big gates andthe car will never get away. Only China isn't a city, if anybody shouldask you. "

"What's the difference?" he said. "Nobody's likely to ask me. "

"This is a very mysterious place, " Westy said; "I, for one, would liketo know where we're at. " That's just the nice way he talks. It's causedby his bringing up. 

I said, "Oh, dear me, _I for two_, would be delighted to ascertain. "

"Where do you think we are?" he said. 

"That's easy, " I told them; "I know where we are. "

"Where are we?" Wig wanted to know. 

"We're here, " I told him. 

"Yes, but what is this?"

"It's a place, that's all I know, " Connie piped up. 

"Come on, let's wake up the kid, " Wig said; "and take a stroll around. It looks to me like a ball field or something like that. Anyway, thoseare tents over there. "

We didn't dare to start out without Pee-wee, so we shook him up anddragged him up and down the aisle and played football with him, and atlast he let out a long groan and we knew we had him started. 

"Wh-a-a-t--where--am I?" he yawned. 

"We were just going to have a game of one o'cat with you, " I told him;"wake up, it's twenty years later; the peace treaty has just beensigned. "

"Who signed it?" he gasped. 

"I did, " I said; "come on, get up. "

If you can once get him on his feet, he usually stays up. I said, "We're in a land of mystery; we've got Alice in Wonderland tearing herhair from jealousy. I think we're in somebody's back yard. "

"Where's the train?" he asked. 

"It went down the street to get a soda, " I said. 

That opened his eyes all right. "Can you get sodas around here?" heshouted. 

We got hold of a chunk of wood and blocked one of the car wheels andthen started out. We couldn't see very well in the dark, but we made outthat the high fence went all the way around a great big flat field. There was a kind of a wide road around near the fence. The tracks ranright up under that building that we had seen ahead of us, into a kindof a tunnel. We saw it was an ice-house, and I guess ice was loaded ontocars there. 

The two white things that we had seen were tents and there was a lightin one of them, but we didn't go in. There were little buildings around, but they were closed up. There was a kind of a big platform with arailing around it. In another place there was a long shed full of cows. There were kind of things like mess boards all around, only some of themwere too high for mess boards. 

"I give it up, " I said

"It's a cross between a barn-yard and a picnic ground, " Connie said. 

Westy said, "I think it's an aviation field. "

"Sure, " I told him; "how stupid of me. And the cows are aviators. "

"What do you say we follow the fence around?" Westy said. 

"What do you say we don't?" I said. "Come on, let's go back and I'llcook some fritters and then we'll get our suits off and have a goodsleep, and to-morrow we'll see what we see. "

We were all pretty sleepy, so we decided to do that. If we had taken alittle hike all the way around near the fence, the terrible thing that Iam going to tell you about now, would never have happened. You hadbetter get ready for it, because it's one of the most terrible thingsthat I ever told. When you hear about it, you'll turn cold and your hairwill stand up. Even now whenever I think about it, I just shake. That'sthe word--_shake_. 

Yah, hah! You thought I was going to tell it in this chapter, didn'tyou?

CHAPTER XXXIII

OUR YOUNG HERO

Now it was so dark that we had some trouble finding our car, and beforewe got to it, we passed a funny kind of a little shack with a high porchin front. It didn't look exactly like a place to live in--gee, Icouldn't tell you exactly what it did look like. But anyway, it was allclosed up. As we passed it, we heard voices inside, but we were toosleepy and hungry to pay any attention. 

All of a sudden our young hero paused and, _you_ know, stood riveted tothe spot where he stood. Anyway, if he wasn't riveted he was naileddown. 

"_Listen! Hark!_" he said. 

"We're harking, " I said; "what is it?"

"Shh-h, " he whispered and held his hand to his ear. 

"What's the matter; have you got an earache?" Connie asked him. 

"Break it to us gently, " I said; "let us hear the worst. "

"Shhh, listen!" he said. "Somebody's being killed. "

"How tragic!" Wig said. 

"It isn't tragic at all, " Pee-wee said; "listen----it's true. "

"Have it your own way, " I told him. 

"In that little house, " he whispered, all the while going back ontiptoe; "hark--shh. "

We all followed him back, giggling, because we had been through thingslike this before with our boy hero. Believe me, Dauntless Dan of theDauntless Dan Series has nothing on Scout Harris. In front of the littleshack we all stood stark still, listening. 

"Do you hear it?" Pee-wee whispered. "It's a bitter struggle. "

The first sound that _I_ noticed was a sound as if a chair was fallingover. Then I heard a man's voice say, "I'll choke you till you tell me. Are you ready to speak?" Then another voice said, "Never!"

Pee-wee said, "Shh, what did I tell you?"

We were all pretty interested by that time. Pretty soon a kind of ahigh, squeaky voice said, "Do you think I'm afraid of you--youbig----" Then it seemed as if the voice was just kind of choked off, because there were stifled cries, sort of, and all the while a gruffvoice saying, "Are you ready to take that back? This is your lastchance--I'll teach you----" And all the while that other voice keptcrying and yelling, and it seemed just as if the person must bestruggling. 

"It's a child, " Westy said, all excited. 

"He's strangling it to death, " Pee-wee whispered, so scared and excited, that his voice was hoarse. And just then we could hear a long kind of agurgle and a man's voice saying, "I'll teach you! I'll teach you!" Andthen the two voices seemed to be mixed up together. 

"Wait here, " Pee-wee said, and off he started, pell-mell for the tentwhere there was a light inside. 

In ten seconds he was back with a couple of men, and shouting, "_In thatshack! In that shack! A man is murdering somebody in that shack! Hurryup!_"

By that time we were all pretty scared, I guess. The two men vaulted upon to the platform and pushed the door open and we stood outside lookingup over the edge of the platform. All of a sudden Westy said, "_What--do--you--know----_"

That was all he could say. He just vaulted up himself with the rest ofus after him. And there we all stood in the doorway, only Pee-wee pushedhis way inside. 

_Jiminetty!_ I almost fell in a fit, I laughed so hard. "Save me, " Isaid to Westy, "before I fall off the platform. "

But Westy was laughing too hard to save anybody. 

Right there in front of us in a little room, there was a man in hisshirt sleeves sitting on the side of a kind of a sleeping bunk. Sittingon one of his knees was one of those big funny-looking dolls with ablack face and a big, square mouth that works by a hinge. The doll wasstraddling the man's knee and one of its legs was dangling down oneither side. 

"What's the big idea?" the man said. 

Both of the other men were laughing so hard, they couldn't speak, butone of them pointed at Pee-wee. Our young hero just stood there, panting, all out of breath, and gaping like an idiot. 

"I--I--eh--I didn't know you were a ven--a ven-----" he blurted out. "Ithought you were murdering somebody--I--I did. "

The man just looked at him and smiled; then he began to laugh. He said, "I consider that a compliment, my young friend; you're welcome. Sam, tell the young gentleman he is welcome. "

The big fancy doll said, "You're welcome. " And, gee whiz, it soundedjust as if it came out of his own throat. Pee-wee just stood therestaring at Sam, and Sam sat there on the ventriloquist's lap, staringvery bold at Pee-wee. 

"Tell the young gentleman we were having a rehearsal, " the man said; andSam said, "We were having a rehearsal. "

Pee-wee just stood there not saying a word, and gaping at Sam and at theman. All of a sudden we heard a cat meowing right near. 

"Look out, you're stepping on the cat, " the man said to Pee-wee. Pee-weemoved his feet as if he were in a trance and looked down. 

But there wasn't any cat at all. 

Gee, that man was a wonder. 

CHAPTER XXXIV

THE TRAIN

That man's name was Pedro De Vail, and he was French, only he was bornin Hoboken. He was the greatest ventriloquist in the whole world. Hesaid so, and gee whiz, he ought to know. Westy said that when he saidanything, it counted for a whole lot, because he could say it in half adozen different voices. But, oh, boy, Pee-wee lost his voice entirely. Anyway, Mr. Pedro said it didn't make any difference, because he had alot of voices to spare. I guess he kind of liked Pee-wee. 

As long as we were there we made him a call, and I guess he'd be prettygood at stalking, because he could imitate all the animals and birds, and he could make you think he was sawing wood. He said that the placewhere we were was the Fair Grounds, and that the next day the Firemen'sCarnival was going to start there. He said it was going to last threedays. He said he always went to County Fairs and Carnivals and thingslike that. He told us that Flimdunk was about a couple of miles away. 

We told him all about our adventures and about the Brewster's Centrecar. I said, "As long as we're here, I'm glad of it, because we can takein the Carnival. I hope that train twenty-three doesn't come until lateto-morrow; I hope it doesn't come until to-morrow night. Better latethan sooner. "

He said, "Well, there are going to be big doings to-morrow--races, balloon ascension, murders and everything like that. But I'm afraid youboys are going to be disappointed. There's a train comes through hereabout four or five in the morning, going east. I think that'll be theone to pick you up. "

We went back to our car feeling pretty glum about it. Jiminies, youcouldn't blame us. What was the good of being left at a carnival in themiddle of the night and taken away again before daylight? That's onething I don't like about railroads; they do just as they please. Theypush you and pull you around and take you away again before you want togo. 

"Why can't they let us spend Columbus Day here?" Westy wanted to know. 

"When did the brakeman say it would come?" Connie asked. 

"Hanged if _I_ remember, " I said; "but I knew how it would be when Iheard that the train would be Number Twenty-three. I'll never trust thatnumber. "

"And races and everything, too, " Wig said. 

"Sure, and a balloon ascension, " Connie began grouching. 

"Maybe he's mistaken, " I said; "we've had pretty good fun, anyway. "

"You call it fun, starting away just when the fun is going to begin?"Pee-wee piped up. 

I guess we didn't know what to think or what to expect. Anyway, I knewthat the train that had left us there would telegraph to some place orother about us, that was all I knew. When another train stopped for us, we'd just have to go. 

"Anyway, let's have something to eat and turn in, " I said; "we'll justhave to trust to luck. "

One sure thing, we all felt pretty bad, because the next day was aholiday and there'd be lots of fun at that Carnival. I made some ricecakes and then we fixed the seats and turned in. 

I don't know how long I had been asleep, but what made me wake up wasthe whistle of a locomotive. Westy woke up, too, and we both listened. 

"It's coming, " he said. 

"The game is up, " I told him. 

Pretty soon we were all awake, listening. The train was backing downalong the branch track and coming nearer and nearer to us. We couldhear the engine puffing, and the sound of wheels going _ker-lick_, _ker-lick_, as the train backed in very slowly. Gee whiz, I wasfeeling sore. 

"Come on out on the platform, " Westy said. 

"This railroad makes me sick, " Connie grouched. 

"Why couldn't they wait until to-morrow night?" Wig wanted to know. "Ithought we were going to have a good day's fun. "

Out on the platform all we saw was a man sitting on the railing in thedark. 

"Where's the pesky old train, anyway?" I said. 

"Train?" the man said; "what train?"

Then he just reached forward and ruffled up our young hero's hair. 

I was all flabbergasted. "Mr. _Pedro_!" I just blurted out. 

"I thought I'd pay you back, that's all, " he said. 

Oh, boy, couldn't that man imitate a train!

CHAPTER XXXV

THE PROFITEERS

When we went out in the morning the surprise was mutual. Gee, it was_especially_ mutual. There was a crowd outside the car, staring up atit. It must have looked funny standing there with BREWSTER'S CENTREsprawled all over it. There were all kinds of people in that crowd. Oneof them was a woman who was a fortune teller. She had on a dress withall spangles on it. Her name was Princess Mysteria. I wanted to ask herwhen the train would come for us and if we'd have any more adventures, but Westy wouldn't let me, because it cost twenty-five cents. He saidhe'd rather spend the twenty-five cents for licorice jaw-breakers andthen we'd _know_ what was happening to us. Gee whiz, you don't need anyfortune teller after eating licorice jaw-breakers. 

All around in that place men were opening booths and putting up tentsand getting counters ready, so they could sell peanuts and lemonade andice-cream cones and canes and fancy glass jars and other things to eatand drink--not canes and glass jars. There was a merry-go-round, too, and it had an organ that played _We're on our way_. 

"Jiminies, " Westy said; "I don't know where anyone would expect to getto, riding on a merry-go-round. "

Pretty soon a man came up to us and asked us how we got there. I guesshe was one of the head men of the Carnival. 

I said, "Isn't this Flimdunk Siding? We're supposed to stay here until atrain picks us up. "

He said, "Yes, but this car has no business inside the fence; this isthe old ice-house freight siding. They should have left you standing outnear the main line. "

I said, "Yes, but this car has something to say about it, too, and itwouldn't stop, so here we are. Don't blame us, blame the car. That's theway it is with railroads, they don't care about anybody's rights. "

"That ain't the main entrance you came through, " he said; "that gate wasopen so stuff could be brought in on the freight cars. "

"It's all the same to us, " I told him; "we're here, because we're here. "

He said, "Well, you'll have to pay your admission or be put out. "

Connie said, "How are you going to put this car out? If you once get itstarted it may roll all the way back onto the main track and we'll die ahorrible death. "

"Yes, and then you'll be sorry, " Pee-wee said. 

The man said, "Well, this car hasn't got any right on the grounds, that's all. "

I said, "Mister, I don't know what we can do, unless we get a couple ofthose elephants from the merry-go-round to drag it away. "

Pretty soon two other men came along and they all stood there talkingabout what they had better do, and we sat on the steps of the platform, listening to them. 

"You seem to be live wires, leastways, " one of them said. 

"Sure, " I told him; "we were struck by lightning when we were kids. "

Then they whispered together for about a minute and after that the manwho seemed to be a head man said, "Well, as long as the car's here, we'll let it stay here and you youngsters can scamper about and enjoyyourselves. 'Long as the car's standing idle, we'll use it for aconcession booth. "

They went away talking about it and we started asking each other whatthey meant, because we were beginning to get a little scared, sort of. We didn't want to give up our car. Pretty soon Mr. Pedro came along andwe told him all about it. 

He said he was on our side. This is just what he said; he said, "Thesepeople are a crew of bandits. Do you know how much I'm paying for thatlittle shanty? Fifty dollars for the three days. Do you know how muchthe Princess is handing over for the space where she has her littletent? Seventy dollars, cold cash. She says if she'd known it would beanything like that, she'd never have come. "

Westy said, "I should think she would have known it, on account of beinga fortune teller. "

"What they're going to do, " he said, "is to turn this car over to thatPunch and Judy man and he'll run an indoor show and whack up with themon a fifty per cent basis. Look at _me_? I have to give an outside showand pass the hat. You're in a robbers' den here, boys; they're allprofiteers. You take a tip from me and stand on your rights. "

"Sure, " I said, "and we'll stand on our car platform, too. "

He said, "These fellows know your couplings are in bad shape and willhave to be fixed before you're taken away. They know you'll be here allday at the shortest. Why, they're getting twenty cents for a glass ofmilk down yonder--it's awful. These people will corner the United Statescurrency before the day's over. "

Westy said, "But anyway, this car has no right here, we have to admitthat. "

Mr. Pedro said, "Well, that's a fine legal question and I don't knowwhat the Supreme Court would say about it. As you said, you're here, because you're here. I think that's a pretty strong argument. "

"I invented it, " Pee-wee shouted. 

Mr. Pedro said, "The car has no right here, but you have a right in thecar; you're part of the car, see? They can put the car off the grounds(if they know how), but they can't put you out of the car. You can stayin your car and do anything you please in your car, and nobody can stopyou. If they start the car they'll have to take the consequences. "

"That's what you call technology, " Pee-wee shouted; "it's ateckinality. [C] What do you say we give a movie show?"

"Me for some breakfast, " I said. 

We wrote a couple of notices on pages out of my field book and fixedthem on the doors of the car. They said:

 "This car is the property of the First Bridgeboro, N. J. , Troop B. S. A. 

 "Trespassing forbidden. "

Mr. Pedro came over and told us that if anybody went in that car whilewe were gone, he'd call up a lawyer in Flimdunk. 

As long as we didn't have much left to eat we went over to a shack andgot some coffee and doughnuts. _Good night!_ The coffee was twenty centsa cup, and the doughnuts were ten cents each. Then we had a ride on themerry-go-round, and after that we had some ice-cream cones. Those coneswere fifteen cents each and even the ice cream didn't go down into thecone, like in Bennett's at home. 

Westy said, "The biggest part of those doughnuts were the holes inthem. "

"Sure, " I told him; "the price of holes has gone up; it's simplyterrible the high price of emptiness. "

Wig said, "I was always crazy to see a robbers' cave and now I see one. "

We went out through the main entrance, because we wanted to go toFlimdunk and send telegrams to our homes, so our mothers and fatherswouldn't worry. 

"It's only a couple of miles, " Westy said. 

"There's one funny thing about riding on a merry-go-round, " Conniestarted in; "no matter how long a ride you take, you never have to comeback. "

"That's because you're already back, " I told him. 

He said, "Yes, but you _go_, don't you?"

"Sure you do, " Pee-wee said. 

"Then how do you get back without coming back?" Connie shot at him. 

"That's technology, " I said. 

"You make me tired, " Pee-wee screamed; "suppose all the time you'regoing you're coming back, too? Let's see you answer that. "

"Oh, that's different, " Wig said. 

"Just the same as when our young hero flies up in the air, " I told them. 

"And foils a murderer, " Connie said; "tell him he's a cute little boyscout, Sam. "

"Do you know what I'd do if I had my way?" Pee-wee shouted. 

"How many guesses do we have?" I asked him. 

"I'd foil those profiteers, that's what I'd do, " he said. "Fifteen centsfor a cone! I can get three cones for that. "

"And still you wouldn't be satisfied, " Westy told him. 

"Well, if I had your way with me, I'd give it to you, " I told him; "butI left it home on the piano. "

"Did you hear what that doughnut-man was saying about overheadexpenses?" the kid shouted. "I looked up, but I didn't see any. Therewasn't even a roof. "

Laugh! I thought I'd fall in a fit. 

"You can bet I know an overhead expense when I see one, " he said, allthe while trudging along the road, "and there wasn't any there. "

"Overhead expenses are inside, " Westy said; "they're the expenses ofrunning a business. It might be the price of a carpet for the floor, see?"

"All you need is a pair of white duck trousers and your diploma with apink ribbon around it, " I told him. "Who in the world taught you allthat? You must be studying accountancy. "

"A whatancy?" Connie asked. 

"That shows how crazy you are, " Pee-wee yelled; "how can a carpet thatyou walk on be overhead? Tell me that!"

"That's easy, " I told him; "isn't the roof underfoot? You stand on theroof and it's underfoot. Your overhead expenses may be down in thecellar. Just the same as a scout can do a good turn while he's walkingstraight ahead. Deny it if you dare?"

"You're crazy, " Pee-wee fairly screamed. 

"I admit it, " I told him. 

After we had walked a little way, Westy said, "Just the same, Pee-wee'sright, the same as he usually isn't. It would be a good stunt for us tofoil those profiteers. "

"Only we haven't got any tinfoil, " I said. 

"Shut up, you're the worst of the lot!" Pee-wee yelled at me. "We've goteighteen dollars left from the movie show, haven't we? I say let's buysome flour and sugar and eggs and cinnamon and ink and glue and maketenderflops and _foil_ the profiteers; that's what _I_ say!"

I said, "If it wouldn't be too much trouble, I'd like to know how you'regoing to use ink and glue making tenderflops. They'd be kind of sticky, wouldn't they?"

"Sure, " Westy said, "and they'd be a kind of a blackish white, usingink. "

"He means fountain-pen ink, " Connie said, "that's more digestible, it'sthinner. "

"You're crazy!" the kid yelled. "Wouldn't we have to make signs and gluethem up? You can't print with cinnamon or flour, can you? I say let'sget all the stuff we need and have Roy make tenderflops and I'll standon top of the car and shout that they're all smoking hot, and foreverybody to be sure to get them for they're only the small sum of twofor a cent. I just happened to think of it, " he said, "it's aninsulation. "

"You mean inspiration, " Westy said. 

"You know what I mean, " Pee-wee hollered. 

"Suppose you should flop off the top of the car?" I asked him, becausethere's no telling what may happen when Pee-wee gets to shouting. 

"We'd charge extra for that, " Connie said. 

FOOTNOTE:

[Footnote C: Technicality is probably what was meant. ]

CHAPTER XXXVI

A FRIEND IN NEED

Now I'll tell you about tenderflops, because I'm the only one that goesto Temple Camp who knows how to make them. I guess you know what atenderfoot is; it's a new scout. He's supposed to be tender, see? So atenderflop is a flip-flop that's named after a tenderfoot, because it'ssupposed to be tender. There are no such things as tough scouts, so ofcourse, there can't be any such things as tough tenderflops. That's whatyou call logic. 

Now the way that you make tenderflops is with flour and salt and waterand cinnamon. You can use eggs if you want to, but you don't have to. Once I tried peanut butter in them, but they weren't much good. If youput a little maple syrup in, that makes them sweet. Once I made some athome when Charlie Danforth was there and I put wintergreen in, and mysister Marjorie said that was the reason he never came any more. Cinnamon is better; safety first. 

Now the way I usually do is, just when they're frying and beginning toget kind of nice and toasted, sort of, I press my scout badge down onthem and that makes a kind of a trade mark on them. It says BE PREPARED. That's our motto. It doesn't mean anything about the tenderflops. 

 * * * * *

In about an hour, back we came along the road with a big bag of flourand a bag of salt and a couple of big jugs of maple syrup and somecinnamon. We had on scout smiles, too. 

"Down with profiteering, " Connie shouted. 

"Pee-wee forever!" I said. "Hurrah, for Hoover, Junior! Food will killthe profiteers, don't taste it--I mean waste it. "

We had to pay admission fees to get in, but what did _we_ care? We knewthe government was on our side, because wasn't the government arrestingprofiteers?

Believe me, we had some triumphal march across the grounds to our car. Ihad a bag of flour over my shoulder and my jacket was all white and myface, too. I guess I looked like a clown. I should worry. The cinnamonmade the smallest bundle, but we had Westy carry it, because Pee-weelikes cinnamon. Safety first. We had Pee-wee carry the glue, because ifhe ate that, it would only stick his mouth shut. Believe _me_, we weresome parade. 

There were a lot of automobiles parked outside the grounds by that time, and the place was filled with people. The animals on the merry-go-roundwere running away as fast as they could, and girls were screaming forfear they'd fall off--you know how they always do. There were menshouting for people to come and see their shows for a dime, ten cents, and there were shooting galleries and everything. Sandwiches were thirtycents and the bread on them was stale, because Wig bought one. There wasa brass band playing, too. 

A lot of people were looking up at our car; I guess they were wonderingabout it; and just as we were pushing through the crowd, a couple of thehead men came down off the platform and one of them said:

"What are you going to do with all that stuff, you boys?"

Westy said, "We're going to make cakes and sell them. We're going to doit inside the car. "

We all just laid down our bundles and stood around, kind of scared anddisappointed. But anyway, the people who were standing around saw thatwe were scouts, and most all of them were smiling at us. 

The man said, "Well, I guess you've got another guess. You just packthat stuff in there, and go about your business if you don't want to getinto a heap of trouble. We'll look after this car. "

I guess Westy was kind of flabbergasted, so I spoke up and said, "We'vegot a right inside of our own car. We've got a right to cook in there ifwe want to. What harm does that do? Haven't we got a right to try toreduce the cost of living? If you want to start this car going, go aheadand do it, but I tell you beforehand that the brakes don't work. And youcan keep off of our car, too. "

The man said I was an impudent little some-thing-or-other, and he wasjust starting to pick up the bag of flour when, good night, all of asudden a little man stepped out from the crowd. All I noticed about himwas that he had a cigar in his mouth and his hat was kind of on theside. But, oh, boy, I heard his voice good and plain. 

He said, "Look here, _you_. What's all this trouble about? You mustn'tthink you can browbeat these boys, because you _can't_. See? I'm tellingyou the law and you can take it or leave it just as you like. If you'vegot any kick, go to the railroad. If you're not satisfied to wait untilthis car goes away, start it going. You stand between those two tracksor on the platform of that car, and you're on the property of the UnitedStates Railroad Administration. I'm a lawyer and I'm telling you that. It's you that happens to be here, not these boys. Here's a crowd ofpeople being fleeced--eating sandwiches that aren't fit to throw to adog and drinking red lemonade that would die of shock if it saw a lemon. Twenty cents for a cup of coffee that they ought to pay me a dollar fordrinking! Now you boys just climb aboard and let's see what you can do. You've got the American people in back of you. I've heard about youscouts; now let's see what you can do. Get aboard and get busy. You'rehere, because you're here----"

"That's just what we said, " Pee-wee shouted. 

"All right, " the man said; "climb up and I'll take care of the legal endof it. I'm for the Boy Scouts to the last ditch. I once tried a casejust like this. Let 'em talk to the car. Climb up and see what you can. I don't believe you know how to boil water!"

He just sat down on the lowest step of the platform and stuck his hat onthe side of his head awfully funny, and lighted his cigar. Everybodybegan laughing. The people were all on our side, that's one sure thing, anyway. 

CHAPTER XXXVII

TENDERFLOPS AND OTHER FLOPS

"He's right, " Pee-wee whispered to me; "that's a good argument. Becauseif a thing is somewhere where it shouldn't be, if it isn't there onpurpose, why then if somebody gets into it that doesn't belong on thatplace, but belongs in it, he's trespassing just as much, because anyway, if he took it away it wouldn't be there. See?"

"Absolutely, positively, " I told him. "It's as clear as mud. "

"Reduce it to a common denominator, " Westy said. That fellow is alwaysthinking about school. 

"We should bother our heads, " I said. "Here we are; even the SupremeCourt couldn't deny that. "

"They don't have to deny it, we admit it, " Connie said. 

"We'll stand on our rights!" Pee-wee shouted. "We'll stand on ourhe----"

[Illustration: PEE-WEE WAS SHOUTING ON THE ROOF OF THE CAR--"THEY'RE ALLRED HOT!"

_Roy Blakeley's Camp on Wheels. _ _Page 207_]

"Sure, we'll stand on our heads, " Wig said. "Anything to please you. "

"Our hereditary rights!" the kid yelled. 

"All right, get up and stand on the top of the car, " I told him, "andshout. We'll do the rest. "

We made a paper hat for the kid and tied a towel around his waist for anapron, because we wanted him to look like a chef. I gave him a saucepanfrom Westy's kit and told him to wave it around while he was talking, because I thought, kind of, it might make the people hungry. 

Pretty soon we could hear him marching back and forth on the roof of thecar, and shouting at the top of his lungs. Even before I got the stovehot there was a big crowd standing all around outside, laughing. 

He kept shouting, "_Here they are! They're all smoking hot! Thecelebrated Boy Scout tenderflops! Flopped by the only original Boy Scoutflopper! They're one cent each! Eat one and you'll never eat another--Imean you'll never eat anything else! O-o-o-o-oh! They're all red hot!The kind we eat around the camp-fire! Only one cent! None genuine unlessstamped BE PREPARED! The famous scout tenderflops! They melt in yourmouth! They MELT in your MOUTH!_"

"Good night!" I said to the fellows; "listen to him. "

By that time I was frying them six at a clip, while Connie and Wig andWesty were passing them around on pieces of board and scooping in themoney. All of a sudden I heard Pee-wee's voice; it seemed to be in thestove. I opened the lid and heard him calling down the stovepipe, "Sendme some up here so I can be eating them; it'll make the people hungry. "

"That's a good idea, " Wig said; "let's all be eating them, and let'slook kind of happy every time we take a bite. It pays to advertise. "

We passed a saucepan full of them up to Pee-wee and charged them up toadvertising. Westy said, "That's what you call overhead expense. "

Believe me, that kid was some overhead expense, all right. 

"You have to demonstrate, " he shouted down. 

"You're a pretty good demonstrator, " a man called up to him. 

I was laughing so hard I could hardly fry the cakes fast enough. Therewas a big crowd outside, just scrambling for them, and we had Westy'saluminum coffee-pot about half full of pennies. Up on the car, Pee-weewas strutting up and down, waving the saucepan with one arm and holdinga cake in his other hand and shouting, "_O--oh, to taste one! Just toTASTE one! Watch me eat one! Mm-mmm! They're one cent each! None genuineunless stamped BE PREPARED!_ Send up some more, you fellows!"

After a little while we stopped to rest, and we asked Mr. Pedro to comein and have lunch with us. In the afternoon we went around the groundsand had some rides on the merry-go-round and tried our luck throwingbaseballs at a negro man. I won a Japanese doll. We found out that theprice of sandwiches had gone down to ten cents. Waffles were selling twofor a cent and going begging--that's what a man told us. He saidcrullers were off the market. The coffee-man wanted to buy tenderflopswholesale from us, but we wouldn't sell him any. Believe me, we had allthe visitors at that place eating out of our hands--that's no jokeeither; it's true. 

About four o'clock I mixed up all the stuff we had left. Already we hadeight dollars and we had only spent about four. So we had over fourdollars' profit. It would have been bigger, except for the overheadexpense. It costs a lot to advertise. 

On toward evening the crowd was even bigger. That was because everybodywas telling everybody else to see the Boy Scouts selling stamped cakesfrom their private car. We were a what-do-you-call-it--an institution. 

All of a sudden came the grand climax. I was just laying the lasttenderflops on the boards and trying to scrape enough stuff out of thepan to make just two or three more, when I saw a wagon stop rightalongside the car. Oh, please excuse me a minute while I laugh!

Now we had seen that wagon most all afternoon, because a man was usingit to cart sawdust from the ice-house and sprinkle it on the race-track. I suppose he did that on account of the races which were going to be atfive o'clock. 

Anyway, he got down from his wagon and came over to the platform andsaid, "Let's try a couple of them floperetts I'm hearin' so much about. "

I said, "Is this your last load?"

He said yes, it was, and that after he got it sprinkled on the track, hewas coming back for more floperetts--that was what he called them. 

That man ate a whole board full and I called up to Pee-wee, "There isn'tany more batter, so we're on the home stretch. Shout good and loud andtell them it's their last chance. "

Just at that very minute I heard a locomotive whistle. 

"Good night, " I said; "I bet it's twenty-three for us. "

"What's the difference?" Westy said; "there's no more batter, anyway, and I'm tired out. "

"We have a coffee-pot full of money, " I told him. 

After I had fried the last tenderflop, I went outside to take a goodrest. It was hot working over that stove. Up on the car, Pee-wee wasstamping back and forth, waving the pan and screaming for all he wasworth. 

"Look!" I said to the fellows; "just take one look at him. Get yourkodak, Westy. "

"_Only a few more left!_" Pee-wee was yelling. "_One cent while theylast! None genuine_----" and so on, and so on. 

By that time I could see a freight train backing in toward us. It wascoming very slow and a couple of men from it were running ahead to openthe gates. It just crept along--hardly moved. There were men on top andone turning the brake handle. 

One of them called out, "Watch your step there, you kid!"

"_They're all smoking hot!_" Pee-wee yelled, and never paid anyattention to him. 

"Brace your feet, Sonny, " the man shouted. 

Pee-wee didn't pay any attention, just kept marching up and down, wavingthe pan and yelling, "_There are no more tenderflops to be flopped! Yourlast chance! Get a flop_----"

And then, good morning sister Jane, there was just a little bunk andthere was Pee-wee swinging the saucepan and trying to balance himself onone leg. 

"_Get--get a flop----_" he was shouting. 

And then, all of a sudden, around he went, and off the roof, _kerflop_into the load of sawdust. 

It was the end of a perfect day. 

CHAPTER XXXVIII

ALL ABOARD

The sawdust was all wet on account of there being ice in that ice-house, and it stuck all over our young hero's clothes and face, so he looked asif he were covered with very coarse sandpaper. 

We hauled him out and stood him up, saucepan and all. Even he had atenderflop with a big bite out of it in one hand, and it was all coveredwith wet sawdust like some new kind of frosting. The crowd went crazy. Ithought one of those trainmen would have a fit, he laughed so hard. 

I said, "Never mind, Kid, you died for a good cause; only don't openyour mouth, or you'll swallow about a quart of sawdust. "

Oh, boy, it makes me laugh whenever I think of it. Westy had a headachefrom laughing. His mother said it was from eating tenderflops, but _I_was the one that heard him laugh. 

Anyway, that was the end of our adventures. 

We cleaned our young hero up and brushed him off, but every time hespoke that night, he said he tasted sawdust. 

The train people fixed our coupling and in about an hour we were rollingmerrily out through the gates on the end of that long freight train. Iguess it couldn't have been Number Twenty-three, because nothinghappened. Anyway, I bet the profiteers were glad to get rid of us. Pee-wee said we "dealt them a mortal blow. " Westy said we "felled themto the ground with a frying pan. "

Anyway, we had twenty-seven dollars, counting what we made out of themovie show, and not counting the fifty that Mr. Temple had sent us. Thatwasn't so bad when you remember that we had only forty-two cents when westarted. 

Sometime that night we were left in the freight yards at Jersey City, but we were all too sleepy to notice anything. Anyway, what's the use ofbeing awake when you're in Jersey City. Early in the morning, a Northernlocal picked us up, and pretty soon we were rattling along the shore ofour own river. You can bet it looked good to us. At about half-pastseven, we were left on the sidetrack near the Bridgeboro Station. 

"All the commuters will be coming down for the seven fifty-two, " Wigsaid "Let's get up on the roof and give them a Scout Sing. "

It looked good, after that crazy trip, to see all the things that weknew so well. There was Bennett's candy store, and there was the RoyalMovie Theatre just around the corner. Pretty soon people beganstraggling along for the seven fifty-two, and a lot of them stood about, gaping at our car with its sign. 

Buffalo 398 Mls. --BREWSTER'S CENTER--N. Y. 30 Mls. 

So we all got up on the roof and sat there in a row, singing. Peopledown below waved to us and Connie's father shouted hello to us, but wegot to singing so loud, we couldn't hear all the things that peoplesaid. Everybody down there knew us, and we knew they knew we were crazy, so we didn't care. 

"_All together!_" Wig said. 

"_Go!_" Connie shouted. 

 "We started out to wander, We never meant to roam; We went, because we went, And now we're home, we're home. We're going to go to school, oh, joy! But we're not in a hurry; We've got twenty-seven dollars and a railroad car; WE SHOULD WORRY!"

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