I reached across in the dark and hit him a good rap on the shoulder. "That shows there's one thing about scouting you don't know, Kiddo," I told him. "A scout troop is just as strong as its weakest member, just the same as a chain is as strong as its weakest link. We will use our brains, right up to the last minute. Don't get scared."
We all listened to a sound we heard far off.
"I'm not scared," Pee-wee said. And even in the dark I could see his eyes looking straight at me and they looked awful brave and clear, kind of.
"No use getting excited," Wig said. "Why couldn't we break up some wood and start a fire a few feet away from the car?"
"Listen!" Connie said; "shh——"
"Maybe it would stop a train, but it would surely burn the bridge down," Westy said. "The ties are wooden. There's enough wood to curl the steel all up into a mess of wreckage. And all that might happen before the train came along."
"Could we walk the ties?" Wig asked. "Even if they're far apart we might help Pee-wee——Listen!"
"Don't be all the time scaring me," I said, kind of mad, like. Because I was getting good and scared, and rattled. "Let's see your light, Connie."
I held the light to the time table. "There's no station anywhere around here, I guess," I said; "but that flyer ought to come along pretty soon——"
"I hear it now," Wig said.