I said, "Westy, this is the worst fix we were ever in. I never thought about anything like this when I said it was a lot of fun being pulled all over the country in this car. Feel how the bridge shakes in the wind; it's kind of spooky like, hey? If it only wasn't so dark. That makes it worse, not being able to see where you are at all. Listen, do you hear a train?"
"Nope," he said, all the while listening; "I guess it's just because you're scared."
"Anyway, there's no use wasting time," I told him; "let's wake up the fellows."
That was some job. We had to roll Pee-wee off the seat onto the floor and then roll him out into the aisle. I guess they didn't know what we were talking about first, but when they knew about it, they sat up all right. We just sat there talking in the pitch dark.
"What good is the flashlight?" Connie asked us. "It won't show far enough and the battery won't hold out for more than about a half an hour. I hear a train now."
No one said a word; just listened. "I heard that," Westy said; "it isn't a train."
"One is likely to crash into us any minute," Wig said; "I'd rather jump and be done with it—the suspense."
"Do you call that using your brains?" Pee-wee shouted. Gee whiz, when you come right down to it, I have to admit that kid is a bully little scout.
"You couldn't walk the ties even if we could," Wig said; "you can't take a long enough step."
"Well, then, you walk them and I'll stay here," the kid said.