CHAPTER XXX—PEE-WEE IN ACTION
We had some fun in that car while it was on the Sneezenbunker land, and two or three of the fellows said maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to keep it there. That was because it wasn’t so far from Bennett’s. But most of them said it was too near the center of civilization. Gee whiz, that was the first time I ever heard anybody call Main Street, Bridgeboro, the center of civilization.
I said, “I vote for Van Schlessenhoff’s field down near the river.”
Dorry Benton said, “I vote for it, too. But how are we going to get the car down there? That’s the question.”
“We can carry it by a vote,” Hunt Manners said.
“We ought to be able to carry a vote, we’ve got two platforms,” I told him.
Westy said, “Maybe if Mr. Jenson thinks the old trestle isn’t strong enough, still he might be willing to give the car a start if we’re not in it. It isn’t the car he’s thinking about, it’s we fellows. Then we can walk down afterwards.”
Gee whiz, I had never thought of that before. We got kind of used to having our meeting place there on the Sneezenbunker land, and it wasn’t so bad. But now that we got to thinking about the river, good night, we couldn’t get the idea out of our heads.
I said, “Let’s go down to the river and look around and decide how we’ll have things down there, in case we can get the car moved. Maybe we can use the shack where we found the inventor, as a kind of a branch headquarters.”
“Can we catch fish down at that river?” the kid wanted to know.