I guess he wanted to give his hand on it too.
CHAPTER XXXV
TO THE POINT
The next morning after breakfast Hervey said to me—he just came sauntering up kind of, and he said to me, “Did you ever notice when you look away up a railroad track how the two rails come together away far off?”
“Is it a hike?” I asked him.
“No, but didn’t you ever notice?” he said. “You stand between the two tracks and look away off as far as you can see and the two rails get nearer and nearer together till they make a point?”
“I see the point,” I told him.
“That’s where I often wanted to take a hike to,” he said. “There must be a lot of railroad accidents at that place. Wouldn’t you like to hike there and look around?”
“Oh, absolutely,” I told him; “I’m just as crazy as you are. If we get to the place we ought to name it some point or other.”
Hervey said, “That’s what I was thinking of. Don’t you suppose all the places that have names ending with point happened to get their names that way? West Point and Greenpoint——”
“Sure, and pencil point and pen-point and all those places,” I told him.