I said, “I wouldn’t jump it. I’d scout pace it if I did anything.”
He said, “The Bridgeboro Record will have the whole thing to-night. I bet they have me down as Roy Martin and you as Westy Blakeley. That’s the way they usually do.”
The kid said, “Are we going to see that bandit? Has he got a sword?”
I said, “You stick to us and maybe you’ll grow up to be a nice train robber.”
He said, “We’ll rob mail cars, hey?”
“Sure,” I said, “and female cars, too. All kinds, take your pick.”
He said, “If we live on that car can I be the captain of it?”
I said, “You can be the brakeman. That’s the man that breaks all the windows.”
“If Mrs. Carlson, from the Home, comes we’ll take her a prisoner, hey?” he said.
Poor little kid, I felt sorry for him because he didn’t seem to think he was ever going back to the Home, and all the while we knew he’d have to. It made us feel kind of mean.