"Shout a little louder and they'll hear you in Bridgeboro," Wig said; "and then we won't have to wire them."
"It isn't up to us, is it?" Pee-wee yelled. "Some train or other brought us here. When they find out they made a mistake, let them take us away again. What do we care? It's none of our business. It's up to the colonel, I mean the general or whatever you call him, of railroads. We can get along all right; we're scouts, aren't we?"
"How about school?" Westy said.
"How are they going to get the school here, all the way from Bridgeboro?" Pee-wee shouted.
"That settles it," Connie said.
"Sure it settles it," Pee-wee shouted; "and besides, Monday is Columbus Day—and Monday night, too. That's a holiday."
"There are a lot of Knights of Columbus, but there's only one Columbus Day," Westy shouted at him.
"They'll find out where we are in three days, won't they?" Pee-wee screamed. "I say let's stay here. I say let's be too proud to send for help."
"Sure, we should worry," I said.
"That's what I say," Connie shouted.