He said, “I’m trying to decide which car is the one that was at the bottom when we came along. I think it’s that one up top.”
“They’re all the same, only different,” I said.
He said, “If I’m right it means that the wheel went just half way around—one half a revolution.”
“Some highbrow,” I said. “Don’t talk about revolutions, they remind me of history. A half a revolution is better than the French Revolution. Take your feet off me. Do you want a whole car to yourself?”
“It’s pretty crowded in here,” Westy said.
“Well, go up on the top floor if you’re not satisfied,” I told him. “You’ll get a good view up there.”
“How do you know there’s a good view in that car?” Pee-wee said.
“I put it in there when the car was down here,” I told him. “Ask me something hard. Stop rocking, you make me dizzy.”
Of course as soon as I said that they all started rocking the car. That shows how they obey their patrol leader. The car went swinging more and more and the rusty old wheel creaked.