CHAPTER XXXI
FLIMDUNK SIDING
After a little while, Pee-wee fell asleep, but the rest of us stayed awake, because we wanted to see what kind of a place we were going to stop at.
For about fifteen or twenty minutes the engine pushed us awfully slow, then we stopped, and a couple of men went between our car and the engine and did something to that long iron bar. We watched them from the platform. Then one of the men went through our car to the other platform and the other one stayed on the platform near the engine. Another man started along the track with a lantern.
"The plot grows thicker," I said; "what's going to happen now?"
"Search me," Connie said; "look around and see if you see Flimdunk anywhere—not inside the car, you crazy Indian."
I was looking inside the car for it.
"How could we tell it if we saw it?" Connie asked us.
"Can't you tell a village when you see one? It'll look like a young town," Westy said.
"The fireman didn't say anything about a town anyway," I told them; "he just said Flimdunk Siding."