“We don’t know where we’re going but we’re on our way,” Bert began singing.
“Maybe it won’t be so far back as it is there,” Garry said.
“Sure, because it’s always shorter going south,” I told him.
“Six of us ought to be able to earn seven dollars in Albany,” Warde said. “And we can take an evening train down.”
“I’m not going on any more trains,” Pee-wee yelled. “I’ve had enough of trains. If we come back on a train it won’t stop till it gets to Poughkeepsie, and then if we come up on another one it won’t stop till it gets to Montreal. You don’t catch me getting on another train.”
“Follow your leader,” I told him. “Follow your leader wherever he goes.”
Everybody in the train was laughing at us, but what did we care? It might have been worse, we might have been on the Erie.
“We’ve got enough left to wire to camp, if the worst comes to the worst,” Bert said.
“It’ll have to be worse than that before I’ll wire,” said Hervey.
“I’ll say so,” I told him. “I’m not worrying, this train knows where it’s going. If we forget to get out at Albany we’ll get out at Buffalo and you can follow your leader across Lake Ontario. That used to be in my geography.”