"No, you don't," I told him; "what's the use of getting us all excited? Sit still. If it comes along, all we can do is to go out and lie flat on the ties and trust to luck. Any fellow that wants to hang by his hands, can do it. It would be pretty hard lifting ourselves up again though. But the flyer isn't coming yet."
"I hear a whistle," Wig said.
"No, you don't hear a whistle," I told him; "that's an owl down there in the woods. Don't you know the call of an owl?"
"How about freight trains?" Connie asked.
I said, "I don't know anything about freight trains; they're not on the time table. Of course, we're up against it, but what's the use of going all to pieces? If any fellow wants to try walking the ties, he can do it. It would be hard enough in the daytime. On a dark night like this, he'd just go crashing down into all those rocks and water, that's all. Maybe the chances are against us, but I say, let's stick together."
"That's what I say," Pee-wee shouted; "we've always stuck together. I say stick together."
"Bully for you, Kid," I said.
"We had a lot of fun anyway," he said; "and I always voted for you for patrol leader. I'm not scared."
I got up, because I just couldn't sit there any more. Every time the wind blew and the car rattled, it gave me a start. I put my arm over Pee-wee's shoulder and I said, "I've jollied you a lot, Walt."
"I don't mind that," he said; "and besides, a scout is brave."