“All right, Ted. Shake. And now to prove that I’ve waked up to myself, I am going to help that woman ahead, the one with the baby, open her window.”
CHAPTER XVI
A NIGHT ALARM
“It’s only six o’clock. Go back to sleep, you’ll wake everybody in the car,” exclaimed Phil, aroused from his slumbers by his brother’s contortions as he dressed in their cramped section.
“I won’t if you stop talking. Besides, I want to see as much of the country through which we are passing as I can.”
The prospect of new scenes interested the elder boy, and he, too, began to dress.
“Instead of being the first ones up, we’re the last ones,” announced Ted, withdrawing his head through the section curtains, after a look up and down the car.
Such was, indeed, the fact, and as they emerged from their compartment, they were greeted by the grey-haired man opposite.
“I’ve heard some of your conversation,” he smiled. “If you’re going to be successful farmers, you’ll have to get up earlier than this. I’ve been a farmer all my life, and there isn’t a time I can remember, since I was big enough to carry a pail, that I wasn’t up at four-thirty, summer or winter.”
“But what did you do? You couldn’t begin to farm so early,” returned Ted.