"Do you think I'm going to starve?" he screamed.
"Gee whiz, it never looked that way to me," I said.
"Why should we go home while we're waiting?" he yelled at us.
"Look out, you'll fall off the seat," Connie said.
"We're here because we're here, you can't deny that!" the kid fairly screeched, all the while hanging onto one of those cage things they put bundles in, so he wouldn't fall off. "And I say we just stay here until they take us back in what-do-you-call-it—triumph—and put us where we belong. This is our station. No matter where it is, it's our station. We're good at tracking. If there's a town we'll trail it."
"If it's hiding we'll find it," I shouted; "hip, hip and a couple of hurrahs for P. Harris, scout!"