CHAPTER XXXIII—WE SEPARATE
“One thing sure, I won’t desert this car,” Pee-wee said. “It’s our car and I’m going to stick to it. I’m not going to leave it here to rot after all the fun we’ve had in it.”
I said, “You’re welcome to take it with you for all I care. Maybe you know some new kind of strategy to move it. I don’t see that our appetites are going to do us any good down here. Here’s the car in the middle of the marsh and that’s all there is to it. If there should happen to be an earthquake maybe that would move it.”
“Let’s have an earthquake,” the inventor piped up.
“Maybe when the earth revolves a little it will start the car, hey?” Pee-wee shouted. “Maybe if we wait till to-morrow morning——”
”Suppose it starts it back and we bunk into Tony’s lunch wagon?” Dorry Benton said.
“The earth is moving the other way,” Pee-wee shouted.
Westy said, “Well, here’s an end to all our fine plans, that’s sure. I don’t see what we can do. In the winter it won’t be so bad down here, but now—s—lap, there’s another.”
“He must have come in through the glass,” I said.
Then, just to make the fellows feel good, I started singing: