"Precisely," Westy said; "the same as somewhere is a place you get to, by going to it. Deny it if you can."
"Well, there's one place I'm going to," Connie said; "and that's asleep."
"If you don't mind, I'll go with you," Wig said.
I don't know how it is, but just before we turn in, we always have a lot of nonsense like that. I bet you think we're crazy. Pretty soon Westy and I were the only ones awake. He's so careful he never goes anywhere without thinking it over beforehand—not even to sleep. If he were going to go crazy, he'd have to think it all over beforehand and count ten first. Talk about watching your step; he has his chained. And he always remembers where he puts things, too. He never even loses his temper. I don't lose mine much, but gee whiz, I mislay it sometimes.
CHAPTER XXIV
UP IN THE AIR
"This is a pretty wild country," Westy said; "it's all mountains. Do you hear the echo of the engine?"
Just as clear as could be, I could hear the sound of the engine echoing back from the mountains; the chugging and rattling sounded double, like. Then, pretty soon, it kind of died away.