“This is the idea,” I said. “Two or three of us will go and see Mr. Downing, who owns the field and the blamed old garage and everything, and we’ll tell him all about it and maybe he can make Mr. Slausen let us take down a few boards where the track runs through. Mr. Downing’s a mighty nice man, I know that, because he gave a hundred dollars in the scout drive.”
“Well, and suppose that fails?” Westy wanted to know.
I said, “Well, then, it means a lot of trouble; maybe we’ll have to all get to work and take up the tracks and lay them to the left of the garage where they cross Willow Place.”
“That will take us all summer,” Charlie Seabury said.
“Well,” I said, “we’ve got this far and will find a way to get the rest of the distance, that’s sure. Where there’s a will there’s a way.”
Just then in came Mr. Slausen, all of a sudden, kind of angry like.
“All tickets, please,” I said. Because he made me think of a conductor.
He said, “Now see here, what are you youngsters doing here in this car?”
I said, “Is it a conundrum? How many guesses do we have? We’re sitting in it.”
“You’ll have to clear out of here with this thing,” he said. “You’ll be in the way, and this is private property, you know.”