I said, "We're here because we're here. Ask me something easy. This is the Comedy of Errors." I said that because we have the Comedy of Errors in school and I just happened to think of it.
I guess the man was the fireman; anyway, he had on a jumper. He walked into the car and looked all around with his lantern and the other man looked all around, too, trying to size us up, I guess.
The fireman said, "Comedy of Errors, huh?"
Pee-wee said, "Sure, that's in Shakespeare."
"Well, it's mighty gol darn lucky you had a movie machine along," the fireman said. "You youngsters have had a mighty narrow escape."
"Why shouldn't it be a narrow escape?" Connie said. "It's a narrow bridge. Anyway, where do we go from here?"
"There's a couple of men lying on the top of one of your cars, too," Pee-wee said; "we could see them by the light."
"Tramps, I guess," the brakeman said. He didn't seem to be surprised.
So then we told them all about how it was with us—our adventures with the car and all that. They said we had a bad coupling and that it was no wonder it had parted.
"We should worry," I told him; "scouts stick together, even if couplings part. But anyway, we'd like to get off this bridge."