Connie said, "How are you going to put this car out? If you once get it started it may roll all the way back onto the main track and we'll die a horrible death."
"Yes, and then you'll be sorry," Pee-wee said.
The man said, "Well, this car hasn't got any right on the grounds, that's all."
I said, "Mister, I don't know what we can do, unless we get a couple of those elephants from the merry-go-round to drag it away."
Pretty soon two other men came along and they all stood there talking about what they had better do, and we sat on the steps of the platform, listening to them.
"You seem to be live wires, leastways," one of them said.
"Sure," I told him; "we were struck by lightning when we were kids."
Then they whispered together for about a minute and after that the man who seemed to be a head man said, "Well, as long as the car's here, we'll let it stay here and you youngsters can scamper about and enjoy yourselves. 'Long as the car's standing idle, we'll use it for a concession booth."
They went away talking about it and we started asking each other what they meant, because we were beginning to get a little scared, sort of. We didn't want to give up our car. Pretty soon Mr. Pedro came along and we told him all about it.
He said he was on our side. This is just what he said; he said, "These people are a crew of bandits. Do you know how much I'm paying for that little shanty? Fifty dollars for the three days. Do you know how much the Princess is handing over for the space where she has her little tent? Seventy dollars, cold cash. She says if she'd known it would be anything like that, she'd never have come."