"Git--app, git--app Till papa comes home," they started singing. Warde Hollister was as bad as any of them, if not worse. "Have a heart," I said. "Stop! What is this? A life on the ocean wave or a bee-line hike?" "Rock-a-bye baby On the tree top," they all went on. Honest, that patrol is the limit. I'd like to sell it second-hand and get a new one. "Listen to the ghosts up there," Westy said. "This old wheel sounds like a nineteen-sixteen Ford." I said, "You'll _look_ like a nineteen-sixteen Ford in a minute if you don't let up. Take that phonograph horn off my head," I said to Pee-wee; "or I'll throw it out of the car." Pee-wee started yelling through it, "Only ten cents a ride on the haunted ferris-wheel. A--ll aboard! Only a dime, ten cents!" We were all shaking, and our heads were wobbling and we were wiping our feet all over each other and the kid was shouting through his crazy megaphone, and I was just going to pull it away from him and throw it out of the car, when all of a sudden he dropped it and whispered, "_Look--look!_ _Up there!_ _Look, quick!_" "You're seeing stars," I said; "no wonder." "_Look!_" he said. "It's a--it's th--th----" "Now you see what you get from swinging too much," I said. "Look--athe--athe--uppp----" he stuttered. "I--sa--thbandidt----" "No, you don't," I said. "No more bandits. _Stop rocking, you fellows, will you_; or this kid will be seeing some wild Indians." They didn't pay any attention, only went on rocking the car more and more. They had been rocking so hard they couldn't stop. Pee-wee's jack-knife was bobbing against his belt, his compass was flopping around, his megaphone was all over our laps, and his cooking set was banging around on the floor. He was pointing up in the air the best he could and saying, "Stpthe car, stpthecar--ts--the bandit--tsthba--a--a--a--a--nt----" The more I laughed the dizzier I got and the dizzier I got the more I laughed. They were all laughing so hard and they were all so dizzy they couldn't speak. "Atta--b--b--oy, kid!" one of them said. Pee-wee was tumbling all around from one fellow's lap to another's and trying to talk. "Lkthba--a--a--a--a--nt----" That was about all _I_ could make of it. CHAPTER XX SEEING THINGS Just then, I don't know, I seemed to see a face. I didn't know where I saw it but it was up above me. I shouted, "Stop--op--op--this car--rar--I com--mom--mom--_and_ you!" Pretty soon the car stopped rocking. "It's--it's the bandit," Pee-wee said; "did you see?" "You've been seeing things," Westy said. "I'll leave it to Roy," the kid said. "I saw a face," I told them; "it was----" "_Shh--look!_" Pee-wee whispered; "straight up."