"I don't see any trains," he shouted down.
"I mean look out for yourself," I said. "Tie the rope across from one stick to the other as high as you can reach," Wig shouted; "and be careful when you stand up."
"That's nothing," Pee-wee shouted.
In less than half a minute the sticks stood up all right without being held, and we knew that they were tied together and bent enough toward each other so that they would stand up good and solid. Then we told him to sit down, because we didn't want him standing and reaching up to fix the sheet.
"I'll go up," I said.
When I got up on the roof, Pee-wee and I hooked the sheet to the rope all the way across and tied it to the sticks at the bottom, so it wouldn't blow. Then we dangled the end of rope down past the window just below, and the fellows tied the movie apparatus to it, and we hauled it up. There was a kind of a tank lying flat on the roof and fastened tight, and we stood the apparatus close against that, and kept close to it ourselves to keep from slipping and falling off. Jiminies, I've heard of tramps riding on the tops of cars like that, but believe me, I wouldn't want to be on the top of one while it was going.
With my little finger I printed the word STOP in good big black letters on the smoked glass.
"Listen," Pee-wee said; "shh; do you hear a train?"
I listened. "I guess it's just the fellows down in the car," I said. "Have you got matches?"
"I've got four pockets full of them," he said. Even then I had to laugh. A scout is thorough.