There was a red flag on that car and I used it for an apron. Some chef, hey? The heating stove was in the little ticket office and I just passed the tin cups out through the window, and each time I called "one coffee" and slapped it down on the counter. I guess I'll be a waiter in Child's after I'm not a child any more--that's a joke. Anyway, it was lucky we had some Uneeda crackers; we needed them enough, believe _me_. After breakfast, Westy said, "There ought to be a town somewhere around here." "Look around and see if you can see it," I told him; "maybe it ran away when it saw us coming." He and Connie were just going to start out looking for the town, when a man came along and went up the steps of the platform in front of the store. I guess he kept the store. He had a big straw hat on and one suspender over his left shoulder. He had a little beard like a billy goat. When he got up on the platform he stood there staring at us. Pretty soon a couple more men came and they all stood there in front of the store, staring. "I think we're pinched," Westy said. "I wonder how much we can buy for forty-two cents in that store," Pee-wee wanted to know. "About forty-two cents' worth," I told him. "That won't keep us alive for one day," he said. "Are you thinking about lunch already?" I asked him. "You should worry about lunch. All we have to do is to send a telegram to Bridgeboro and Mr. Temple will have another freight pick us up. We can be back there by to-night. I don't know where we are, but if we got here in one night, we can get back in one day, can't we? Anybody that knows anything about geometry can tell that. You should worry, we won't starve." "What'll you say in the telegram?" he wanted to know. "_Lost, strayed or stolen. Tag, you're it. Come and find us._ How would that do?" I asked him. "We'll send it in your handwriting, then they'll know who it's from." _Good night_, you should have seen that kid. He jumped up on one of the seats and began shouting, "Do you think I'm a _quitter_? Do you think I'm going to send and ask anybody to take me home?" "You're a raving Raven," Westy began, laughing. "Do you think a raving Raven--I'm _not_ a raving Raven," Pee-wee just yelled, he was so excited; "you think you're funny, don't you? Do you think I'm a big baby?" "Not so very big," Connie said. Pee-wee just stood there, yelling at us, "If _you_ want to send word home, go ahead. You admit yourself you're somewhere--don't you?" "Shout a little louder and they'll hear you in Bridgeboro," Wig said; "and then we won't have to wire them." "It isn't up to us, is it?" Pee-wee yelled. "Some train or other brought us here. When they find out they made a mistake, let them take us away again. What do we care? It's none of our business. It's up to the colonel, I mean the general or whatever you call him, of railroads. We can get along all right; we're scouts, aren't we?" "How about school?" Westy said.