“It isn’t as slow as they are in Little Valley,” I said; “it’ll be here at about four-sixty——”
“Five o’clock,” a scout piped up.
“Right the first time,” I said. “How did you guess?”
“What about it?” a lot of scouts wanted to know.
“This about it,” I said; “if the tracks are clear by that time Mr. Jenson, who is engineer on that train, is going to push the car——”
“He must be a strong man,” somebody shouted.
“Oh, sure,” I told him; “he’s so strong he wasn’t even born on a weak day. Now will you keep still a minute? He’s going to push the car with the locomotive over to this field while the train is being——”
“While it’s being milked,” another kid hollered.
Honest, that crowd was so crazy that a crazy quilt would turn green with envy, I said.
“Please listen and then everybody can talk at once. Your job is to inveigle——”