CHAPTER IV
WE GO NORTH
Alsen is a tenderfoot village. It’s about as big as Pee-wee, only it’s more quiet. Pee-wee’s size is like Alsen but his noise is like New York.
The train stopped at Alsen and we got off. Right there was a train standing at the station headed north.
“Talk about luck,” Garry said. “I guess it was waiting for us.”
I said, “I enjoyed my trip south.”
“I was looking forward to hiking from here to camp,” Hervey said.
“Believe me, it’s nearer from Catskill,” I told him. “A train can go a long way in five minutes.”
“A comet can go billions of miles in a second,” the Animal Patrol piped up.
“If I see a comet I’ll get on it,” I told him; “follow your leader.”
“That’s one thing I never did; ride on a comet,” Hervey said.