"We had a lot of fun anyway," he said; "and I always voted for you for patrol leader. I'm not scared." I got up, because I just couldn't sit there any more. Every time the wind blew and the car rattled, it gave me a start. I put my arm over Pee-wee's shoulder and I said, "I've jollied you a lot, Walt." "I don't mind that," he said; "and besides, a scout is brave." "You're a better scout than any of us, I guess," I told him. Then I went out onto the platform, because I just couldn't keep still. I remembered what Connie had said about all the men that lose their lives working on railroads. Anyway, Pee-wee was right, we had had a lot of fun. I guess we never thought about the other side of it. I looked away down into the dark and I could just hear the water splashing on the rocks. I had to grab hold of the railing when the wind blew. I looked away off along the tracks, but I couldn't even see where the bridge ended; only I could see a kind of a big patch of dark that was blacker than the regular dark, and I thought it was a mountain. I guessed maybe a headlight would show suddenly around that. Connie came out, but didn't say anything, and then went back through to the other platform. I could hear frogs croaking, away down. "Going to watch?" I called after him. He said, "We're going to hang from the ties when we hear it." "All right," I told him; "it's awful dark. I can't see a thing." I heard one of the fellows inside say that maybe the wind would start the car, but I knew that was crazy talk, because a bridge is always level. I made up my mind that I'd hang from one of the ties and clasp my hands around it. I knew that it would be hard pulling myself up and scrambling onto the bridge again; _all_ of us wouldn't manage it, that was sure. It seemed kind of funny that probably we wouldn't have a full patrol any more. I wasn't exactly scared but, kind of, I didn't like to hear those frogs croaking way down there. It sounded so spooky. I heard Westy say, "So long, Roy, if I don't see you again." I called in for him to keep the kid near him. He was always my special chum, Westy was.... CHAPTER XXVI WALTER HARRIS, SCOUT All of a sudden, somebody was standing near me on the platform and clutching my arm. It was Pee-wee. "Look out you don't fall, Kid," I told him. "I didn't tell any of them," he whispered. "Listen, I've got an idea. I was--all the while I was trying to use my brains. But anyhow, I don't know just how we can do it, but you can find a way, so then really it'll be _your_ idea. Shh--I want the fellows to think it's your idea; see? Shh! Why can't we use the movie apparatus, some way; why can't we? And flash it to them." "You said it!" I fairly yelled. "Shh--h," he whispered; "I always voted for you; listen, it's _your_ idea, see? Because I don't know just how----" Oh, boy, I just grabbed that kid around the neck, till I could feel his curly head right tight close to me.