"We're having a mighty good time here," Connie said; "I'll be sorry when we have to drag ourselves away."
"We don't have to drag ourselves away," I told him; "all we have to do is to sit still and be dragged away."
"This is the life," Westy said.
Connie said, "Sure, life on the rails; it's got life on the ocean wave beaten a hundred ways. When do you suppose they'll pick us up?"
"Tuesday morning is the first freight," I told him. "There's a passenger train to-morrow night, but it doesn't stop here, see?" And I showed him the time table.
"We should worry," I said; "we've got nearly twenty dollars from the movie show. I've got Mr. Temple's fifty sealed up in an envelope; we're supposed to forget that. Guess I might as well keep the time table, hey?"
"I bet it's fun living on the railroad," Wig said.
"I'd like to be a brakeman," Pee-wee shouted.
"That would be a good job for you," I told him; "you make so many breaks. I think you ought to be cook on a dining car."
"It's dangerous working on a railroad," Connie said; "lots of men lose their lives; sometimes they lose their hands or their fingers, too."