He said, "Look here, _you_. What's all this trouble about? You mustn't think you can browbeat these boys, because you _can't_. See? I'm telling you the law and you can take it or leave it just as you like. If you've got any kick, go to the railroad. If you're not satisfied to wait until this car goes away, start it going. You stand between those two tracks or on the platform of that car, and you're on the property of the United States Railroad Administration. I'm a lawyer and I'm telling you that. It's you that happens to be here, not these boys. Here's a crowd of people being fleeced--eating sandwiches that aren't fit to throw to a dog and drinking red lemonade that would die of shock if it saw a lemon. Twenty cents for a cup of coffee that they ought to pay me a dollar for drinking! Now you boys just climb aboard and let's see what you can do. You've got the American people in back of you. I've heard about you scouts; now let's see what you can do. Get aboard and get busy. You're here, because you're here----" "That's just what we said," Pee-wee shouted. "All right," the man said; "climb up and I'll take care of the legal end of it. I'm for the Boy Scouts to the last ditch. I once tried a case just like this. Let 'em talk to the car. Climb up and see what you can. I don't believe you know how to boil water!" He just sat down on the lowest step of the platform and stuck his hat on the side of his head awfully funny, and lighted his cigar. Everybody began laughing. The people were all on our side, that's one sure thing, anyway. CHAPTER XXXVII TENDERFLOPS AND OTHER FLOPS "He's right," Pee-wee whispered to me; "that's a good argument. Because if a thing is somewhere where it shouldn't be, if it isn't there on purpose, why then if somebody gets into it that doesn't belong on that place, but belongs in it, he's trespassing just as much, because anyway, if he took it away it wouldn't be there. See?" "Absolutely, positively," I told him. "It's as clear as mud." "Reduce it to a common denominator," Westy said. That fellow is always thinking about school. "We should bother our heads," I said. "Here we are; even the Supreme Court couldn't deny that." "They don't have to deny it, we admit it," Connie said. "We'll stand on our rights!" Pee-wee shouted. "We'll stand on our he----" [Illustration: PEE-WEE WAS SHOUTING ON THE ROOF OF THE CAR--"THEY'RE ALL RED HOT!" _Roy Blakeley's Camp on Wheels._ _Page 207_] "Sure, we'll stand on our heads," Wig said. "Anything to please you." "Our hereditary rights!" the kid yelled. "All right, get up and stand on the top of the car," I told him, "and shout. We'll do the rest." We made a paper hat for the kid and tied a towel around his waist for an apron, because we wanted him to look like a chef. I gave him a saucepan from Westy's kit and told him to wave it around while he was talking, because I thought, kind of, it might make the people hungry.