“I’d say we’d done just about half,” was the reply. “Better stop her and coal up a little.”
“No stops this trip,” answered Gordon. “Coal ahead. I’ll get over here.”
“What’s the matter with letting me work her a bit?” asked Morris, when the door was shut again. “Seeing that I saved your lives——”
“Morris, old pal,” replied Gordon, gravely, “this requires science and experience. I’d let you take her in a minute, but if anything happened to her I’d be held responsible. You can be fireman, though, and shovel coal.”
“Next time you can get your own coffee,” grumbled Morris. “I had just enough money, by the way, to pay the lunch wagon chap, but I had to charge the drinking cups to you, Gordon.”
“That’s more than I could do at Castle’s,” laughed Gordon. “Whoa! Gee, I didn’t know that track was so close!”
“Get out of there before you go through the fence,” said Lanny, pushing him aside. “Do you suppose we’d ought to roll the track, too, fellows?”
A chorus of “No’s” answered him. “Wouldn’t do the least bit of good,” added Way. “The track’s in rotten shape anyhow. I don’t see why we have to have the old thing. It’s only in the way. If you have to go back for a long fly it’s a safe bet you fall over the rim. What we ought to do is sod it over and——”
“Tell that to Guy Felker,” advised Gordon. “Have you done any work with the team yet, Lanny?”