"Let's make some turnovers first," Pee-wee said. "All right, _you_ make them," I said. Then followed a big chunk of silence. All of a sudden Connie started singing: "We stood on the bridge at midnight." "Keep your feet off me," I said; "what do you think I am? A door-mat?" "Let's make up another verse," Wig said. "Let's put Flimdunk in it!" Pee-wee shouted. Pretty soon all of us were singing: "We stood on the bridge at midnight, We stood on the bridge at midnight, We stood on the bridge at midnight." Then somebody sang: "We came near getting a bunk, We came near getting a bunk." Then we all sang: "We stood on the bridge at midnight, We came near getting a bunk; We came near getting a bunk; We came----" "We flashed them POTS!" Pee-wee yelled. "Now we're on our way to Flimdunk," Westy said. So pretty soon this is what we were all singing: "We stood on the bridge at midnight, We came near getting a bunk; We flashed them POTS for an S--O--S, Now we're on our way to Flimdunk." Gee whiz, I have to admit we're a crazy bunch in our patrol. CHAPTER XXXI FLIMDUNK SIDING After a little while, Pee-wee fell asleep, but the rest of us stayed awake, because we wanted to see what kind of a place we were going to stop at. For about fifteen or twenty minutes the engine pushed us awfully slow, then we stopped, and a couple of men went between our car and the engine and did something to that long iron bar. We watched them from the platform. Then one of the men went through our car to the other platform and the other one stayed on the platform near the engine. Another man started along the track with a lantern. "The plot grows thicker," I said; "what's going to happen now?" "Search me," Connie said; "look around and see if you see Flimdunk anywhere--not inside the car, you crazy Indian." I was looking inside the car for it. "How could we tell it if we saw it?" Connie asked us. "Can't you tell a village when you see one? It'll look like a young town," Westy said. "The fireman didn't say anything about a town anyway," I told them; "he just said Flimdunk Siding." "Maybe that man is swinging the lantern so the town can get off the track," Wig said; "anyhow, I bet something is going to happen." It was pitch dark all around, except that the headlight of the locomotive made a long shaft like a searchlight 'way far ahead, and we could see the man walking along the track in that shaft, swinging his lantern. Our car was all bright, too. It seemed awful lonesome where he was going, far ahead in the dark. The locomotive kept going _pfff, pfff, pfff_, just like a horse stamping his foot, because he's in a hurry to start. It seemed kind of as if it didn't want to wait. "Have we come to the siding?" I asked the man on the platform. "You'll have to take the switch," he said.