"Let that thing alone," I said, as the rest of us passed into the car.
"There isn't any spark in it," he shouted. Crinkums, that kid is crazy.
He followed us into the car and we all sprawled down into seats, because we were good and tired.
Westy said, "Oh, boy, it's good to sit down. I wonder if our friend Eb Brewster was here. Next stop is the Land of Nod. I don't want any supper."
"G—o—o—d night!" Connie said; "I'll be hanged if we're not moving."
Just then, I looked out and saw the closed up store sneaking slowly away.
WIG AND I GRABBED THE WHEEL AND TURNED IT AS FAST AS WE COULD.
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"Bye-bye, Ridgeboro," Wig shouted; "see you later."