“How long do you think we’ll have to wait here?” he inquired.
“No telling, sonny,” the conductor answered. “Perhaps a couple of hours, maybe longer. It all depends on how soon they can get that snow-plough down to us.”
He passed on and Mouser gave a low whistle.
“Scubbity-yow!” cried Fred, giving vent to his favorite exclamation. “Two long hours in this neck of the woods!”
“And nothing to eat in sight,” groaned Pee Wee.
“I wish I’d let Meena put up that lunch for us this morning,” said Bobby regretfully. “My mother wanted me to bring one along, but I was in a hurry and counted on getting something to eat at the railroad lunch station.”
“What are we going to do?” moaned Pee Wee.
“Fill up on snowballs,” suggested Mouser heartlessly.
Pee Wee glared at him.
“I’m almost as bad as Pee Wee,” said Fred. “I feel as empty as though I hadn’t had anything to eat for a week. I could eat the bark off a tree.”