“I guess it’s there yet,” Garry said.
“Take a slap on the wrist for that,” I told him.
“You all make me tired,” Pee-wee said, very disgruntled.
“Well, you’re having a good rest,” I told him. “We’re on our way to Temple Camp, don’t worry. We’re only taking a long cut. Our trail is tied in a knot. We’ll get there when we get there—maybe a little sooner. All you have to do is follow your leader wherever he goes.”
“Absolutely, positively,” Warde said; “that’s understood.”
“Even if he goes to sleep,” I said; “excuse me while I take a nap. I expect to have a long walk this afternoon.”
Just then the train began slowing down and the whistle started blowing very loud and shrill. A brakeman with a red flag came hurrying through the car.
“I guess there must be a mosquito on the track,” Garry said.
“Maybe the engineer’s going to pick some blackberries,” Warde said.
All of a sudden—bang! the cars knocked against each other, the train stopped so suddenly. The whistle blew three or four times very quick and shrill.