“I’ll leave it to Roy,” the kid said.
“I saw a face,” I told them; “it was——”
“Shh—look!” Pee-wee whispered; “straight up.”
I looked, and away up through all the trestle work, I could see a head move back into the car at the top. The big axle of the wheel was right between our car and that other one and it hid part of the car. It seemed as if that person up there had been peeking at us and drew in his head quickly so as not to be seen. I saw this much, that he had a cap on.
“Did you see?” I whispered to Westy.
“Sure I did,” he said. “That was no baseball target.”
“Baseball target?” the kid whispered, all excited. “That’s the bandit; now we’ve got him.”
Dorry said, “Don’t look up again; don’t let him think we saw him. He had a cap on. Did you see?”
“I suppose I’ll have to climb up there and shoot him,” Warde Hollister said.
“You sit where you are,” I told him. I knew he was only joking but I saw that was no time for fooling and I was afraid he might spoil everything.