Somebody shouted, “The next stop is Alsen.”
“I hope it’s a good stop, we’ve had a good start, anyway,” Bert said.
We might have got out at the end of the car, only it was a vestibule car and all closed up.
“Now you see what you did,” Pee-wee shouted.
I said, “Don’t you care, you don’t have to get home for four years. We ought to reach Alsen in about a year and a half.”
“Hurry through to the next platform,” Garry said.
I sprinted through the next car and there was an open platform there but by that time the train was moving too fast for us to get off. Safety first, that’s our motto. Crazy but safe.
So then we had a meeting of the board of directors on the platform of that car till a brakeman made us go inside.
I said, “The plot grows thicker.”
“You’re a fine kind of a leader,” Pee-wee said, very contemptible like, I mean contemptuous. “What are we going to do now?”