“What’s the matter with that train? Has it got the sleeping sickness?” Townsend asked. “What are you doing down on the ground?”
“Townsend!” said Pee-wee.
“That’s me, help me lift the ladder off the car; what’s new?”
“A lot of adventures are new; I stumbled against the big handle that moves the switch and—and—you know I told you there was a magazine up there? Well, when I knew I must have—where did you put the bananas?—When I knew I must have moved the switch on that side track up there where there’s a factory that isn’t one any more that you didn’t see, I didn’t have any matches—listen—I didn’t have any matches—”
“Well, I guess we’ll have to go home,” said Townsend, “so we won’t need any matches.”
“What do you mean go home?” roared Pee-wee.
“Oh, they tell me I’d better not try running my car without a license. I got off this time, I suppose, because I didn’t have any money and they didn’t like to send me to jail; maybe the jail’s full or something. They made me feel like a pickpocket; justice of the peace said he’d heard fish stories before but never heard a goat story—”
“He thinks he’s smart,” Pee-wee shouted.
“I’ve heard lots of goat stories. He thinks he’s smart! I—”
“Well, I’ll tell you how it is, Kid,” said Townsend with an air of resignation. “You see—”