"Anyway, let's have something to eat and turn in," I said; "we'll just have to trust to luck."
One sure thing, we all felt pretty bad, because the next day was a holiday and there'd be lots of fun at that Carnival. I made some rice cakes and then we fixed the seats and turned in.
I don't know how long I had been asleep, but what made me wake up was the whistle of a locomotive. Westy woke up, too, and we both listened.
"It's coming," he said.
"The game is up," I told him.
Pretty soon we were all awake, listening. The train was backing down along the branch track and coming nearer and nearer to us. We could hear the engine puffing, and the sound of wheels going ker-lick, ker-lick, as the train backed in very slowly. Gee whiz, I was feeling sore.
"Come on out on the platform," Westy said.
"This railroad makes me sick," Connie grouched.
"Why couldn't they wait until to-morrow night?" Wig wanted to know. "I thought we were going to have a good day's fun."
Out on the platform all we saw was a man sitting on the railing in the dark.