The trainman said, "That's the craziest old set of brakes I ever saw. You'll have to be contented to stay right here, that's all; twenty-three'll back in after you." "Contented is our favorite nickname," I told him; "is this Flimdunk, with the fence around it? It's a good idea--the place can't run away. I hope they'll like us." "Do you think we're intruding?" Westy said. I guess those trainmen set us down for a lot of idiots. Anyway, they didn't have to tell us so, because we admit it. They said that the brakes were worn off so much that they didn't press hard against the wheels, only sort of gentle, like. They were nice polite brakes. One of the trainmen said he'd leave us a lantern so we could see to talk; then they went back out through the fence and I could see their lanterns making circles in the dark. Pretty soon we could hear the engine puffing and all of a sudden, it gave a loud, shrill whistle. It sounded as if the train was coming very slowly up toward the switch, but in about a couple of minutes we could hear it rattling along, farther and farther away, and going faster and faster. "So long, old flyer," Westy called. I said, "Listen! Listen to the sound it makes--_tk-ed, tk-ed, tk_----It seems as if it's saying, 'twenty-three for yours,' doesn't it?" "Skiddo, flyer!" Connie shouted; "anyhow, you were foiled by the Boy Scouts." That word _foiled_ reminded us of Pee-wee, so we went inside and looked at him. I guess the stopping of the car had shaken him up some. His head was way underneath the seat, one of his arms was halfway up on the seat and one of his legs was on the movie outfit in the aisle. It was a sight for a painter. I mean a sign painter. CHAPTER XXXII EXPLORING "What do you say we explore the neighborhood?" Wig said. "What do you say we put a block in front of the wheels?" I said. "Safety first." "This seems to be a kind of a walled city, like China," Connie said. "I can see a kind of a shadow. Do you suppose that's the fence going all the way around?" "Sure it is," I told him; "all we have to do is shut those big gates and the car will never get away. Only China isn't a city, if anybody should ask you." "What's the difference?" he said. "Nobody's likely to ask me." "This is a very mysterious place," Westy said; "I, for one, would like to know where we're at." That's just the nice way he talks. It's caused by his bringing up. I said, "Oh, dear me, _I for two_, would be delighted to ascertain." "Where do you think we are?" he said. "That's easy," I told them; "I know where we are." "Where are we?" Wig wanted to know. "We're here," I told him. "Yes, but what is this?" "It's a place, that's all I know," Connie piped up. "Come on, let's wake up the kid," Wig said; "and take a stroll around. It looks to me like a ball field or something like that. Anyway, those are tents over there."