“That’s what he has,” said Westy, “and I’m going to keep going till I get to the park. I’m not going to face that man again and tell him I waited for somebody to come and get me.”
“How about food?” Warde asked, not altogether captivated by Westy’s proposal.
“What we have to get, we get,” said Westy.
“Well, I think we’ll get good and tired,” said Ed.
“I’m sorry I haven’t got a baby carriage to wheel you in,” said Westy.
“Thanks,” laughed Ed, “a scout is always thoughtful.”
“He has to be more than thoughtful,” said Westy. “If it comes to that, if we had been thoughtful we wouldn’t have come into this car at all. It’s all filled up with railroad junk and it wasn’t intended for passengers.”
“They should have locked the door or put a sign on it,” said Warde.
“Well, anyway, here we are,” Westy said.
“Absolutely,” said Warde, who was always inclined to take a humorous view of Westy’s susceptibility. “And I’ll do anything you say. I’ll tell you something right now that I didn’t tell you before. Ed and I agreed that we’d do whatever you wanted to do on this trip; we said we’d follow you and let you be the leader. So now’s our chance. We agreed that you did the big stunt and we voted that we’d just sort of let you lead. I don’t know what Shining Sun would do, but that’s what we agreed to do. So it’s up to you, Westy, old boy. You’re the boss and we’ll even admit that we’re not scouts if you say so. How about that, Ed?”