I took off the cap and, oh, Christopher Columbus, wasn't I happy! Sprawling right across that sheet was the word STOP in good big letters. Believe me, that was my favorite word. STOP. It showed far enough in both directions for an engineer to see it in time to come to a full stop.
"Will they see it?" Pee-wee asked me, all excited.
"If the engineer isn't dead, he'll see it," I told him.
"Maybe we ought to have said please, hey? A scout is supposed to be polite," he said. I just had to sit back and laugh, right there on the roof of that car. Cracky, but that kid is a scream.
One funny thing was that from the train the word would show wrong side around. It would show the right way from one direction and the wrong way from the other direction.
"It will read POTS," I said.
"Maybe he won't stop, hey?" the kid asked me.
"Sure he will," I said; "how does he know how big the pots are? It will knock him silly when he sees that."
Even beyond the screen, away over against a hill, we could see the word POTS printed very dim and small. Only the P was wrong side around.
But anyway, safety first; so I kept moving the glass so the word danced around. An engineer who couldn't have seen that must have been blind.