Then, realizing that discretion was probably now the better part of valor, Joe and Tom meekly followed their captors.
[CHAPTER XVIII]
“FIRE!”
“Where are you fellows taking us?” demanded Joe, as they walked softly down the corridor.
“Toot-Toot!” was all the answer he received.
“Say, we don’t mind having fun,” added Tom, “but if you fellows are going to cut up any, we want to know it.”
“Toot-Toot!” came again in imitation of a whistle. It was evident that this was a sort of signal or watchword among the members of the Order of Choo-Choo.
“These aren’t Peaches, Teeter, and our fellows,” spoke Joe into Tom’s ear as they were forced to descend a back and seldom used staircase.