"Good night," I said; "I bet it's twenty-three for us."
"What's the difference?" Westy said; "there's no more batter, anyway, and I'm tired out."
"We have a coffee-pot full of money," I told him.
After I had fried the last tenderflop, I went outside to take a good rest. It was hot working over that stove. Up on the car, Pee-wee was stamping back and forth, waving the pan and screaming for all he was worth.
"Look!" I said to the fellows; "just take one look at him. Get your kodak, Westy."
"Only a few more left!" Pee-wee was yelling. "One cent while they last! None genuine——and so on, and so on.
By that time I could see a freight train backing in toward us. It was coming very slow and a couple of men from it were running ahead to open the gates. It just crept along—hardly moved. There were men on top and one turning the brake handle.
One of them called out, "Watch your step there, you kid!"
"They're all smoking hot!" Pee-wee yelled, and never paid any attention to him.
"Brace your feet, Sonny," the man shouted.