The others went back along the trestle, Pee-wee with them, and we could see them when they got out from among the cat-tails and started up across the Sneezenbunker land. It was raining hard and it was getting dark and we could see the little lights shining on Main Street. It was nice and cozy in that old car. Maybe it wasn’t a good place for it, I’m not saying, and maybe it wouldn’t be any use there, especially in the summer, but anyway, we were going to have one last night in it. “Will he come back?” the inventor asked me. “Who? Pee-wee?” I said. “You bet he will. He’s not missing anything; not even a soda.” “Can I watch you play checkers?” the kid wanted to know. “You bet!” I told him. “I hope it rains all night. Don’t you?” he asked me. “Sure thing,” I said. “I like water better than fire. Don’t you?” he wanted to know. “You’re changing,” I said. He went over and sat with his face plastered against one of the windows, watching for Pee-wee. The rain was just dripping down outside the windows. The kid’s nose was flat against the pane. Pretty soon he shouted, “I see him! Here he comes!” Away up on the Sneezenbunker land we could see a black speck coming toward us through all the rain. In a couple of minutes it got down to the edge of the marsh and we couldn’t see it any more on account of the cat-tails. CHAPTER XXXIV—ONE ENDING Now if you want to stick to those fellows, go ahead and do it. I’m not stopping you. This story has two endings and you can choose whichever one you please. I should worry. If you want to stay with us and watch us play checkers, all right. If you want to go with them, all right. First I’ll tell you their ending of the story. They stopped at Bennett’s and had sodas, and Charlie Seabury bought some gumdrops. After supper they went down to the Lyric Theatre and they stopped with Dorry while he bought a bell for his bicycle. After the excitement of buying the bell was over, they stopped in the library and Hunt Manners got “Kidnaped,” by Stevenson. He should have got slapped on the wrist instead of kidnaped. Then they went on down to the Lyric and stood on the line for twenty minutes. When they got in they saw “The Cowboy’s Vengeance.” Oh, they had a wild time that night. That cowboy had troubles of his own. But one thing, he killed eleven train robbers. Maybe you’ll say our poor old car that was marooned in the marsh didn’t have any pep compared to that train going through the Rocky Mountains. But you cannot sometimes always tell. That’s one ending to this story. Now comes the other one. CHAPTER XXXV—CEDAR One thing I’ll tell you. If you ever see a yellow dog going east, prepare for the worst. That’s all.