"Not when we've got a start like this," I told him; "we're just cutting it all to pieces."
"Maybe one of us could jump off and put a log on the track," Pee-wee said.
"Yes, and what would happen to the car, and us maybe?" Connie asked him. "You've done mischief enough for one day. Look ahead there!"
Jumping Christopher! There, about a hundred feet in front of us was a road crossing the tracks and a little further, beyond the road, was some water. I guess it was an arm of the lake. Anyway, the tracks ran right downhill to the very edge of it. The car was going too fast for us to jump off now.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD
Nearer and nearer we rolled, all the while yanking for dear life on the wheel. All of a sudden I had a thought.
"Run through to the back platform and if the wheel there is loose, tighten up that one, too. Quick!" I said.