Oh, boy, I had to laugh. Pee-wee went through the aisle holding his precious old boy scout watch in his hand, asking the different passengers what time it was. Every single one of them took out his watch and showed the kid how he was an hour wrong. All of a sudden, in came the conductor and Harry winked at him and said, “What’s the correct time, Cap?” “Eight thirty-eight,” the conductor said. Harry said, “There you are, Kiddo; what have you got to say now?” Gee whiz, the kid didn’t have _anything_ to say. He just stood there gaping at his watch and then staring around and the passengers could hardly keep straight faces. The conductor caught on to the joke and he winked at Harry and said, “Those toy watches aren’t expected to keep time.” Harry said, “Oh, no, but he’ll have a real watch when he grows up. He’s young yet. He can take this one apart and have a lot of fun with the works.” “Somebody set this watch ahead—some of you fellows did!” Pee-wee shouted. “It was right last night. It keeps good time. Somebody played a trick on me! This is a what-do-you-call-it—a conspiracy. You’re all in it.” Just then we passed a station and there was a clock in a steeple. Harry said, “You don’t claim that clock in the church steeple is in the conspiracy, do you? Look at it. _Now_ what have you got to say?” Then the conductor put his arm over Pee-wee’s shoulder and he said, “Didn’t you ever hear of western time, son? The next time you’re traveling west you just drop an hour at Cleveland station and you’ll find it waiting there for you when you come back.” “Sure,” I told him; “did you notice that big box on the platform? That’s where they keep them. It’s all full of hours.” The kid just stood there, staring. I guess he didn’t know _what_ to believe. “Set your watch back an hour and don’t let them fool you,” the conductor said, and then he began laughing. “And remember that western time is different from eastern time,” Rossie said. “Oh, sure, everything is different out west,” Harry put in. “I like the western time better.” “Eastern time is good enough for me,” Brent said; “I always preferred it.” “And if you should ever happen to be crossing the Pacific Ocean on any of your wild adventures, Kid,” Harry said, “don’t forget to set your watch back one day when you cross the equator.” “If it’s one day I wouldn’t have to set it back at all,” Pee-wee said. “Three o’clock to-day is the same as three o’clock yesterday.” “It would be better to set it back and be sure,” Harry said. “Oh, yes, safety first,” Brent said; “there might be a slight difference. One three o’clock might look like another, but there’s a difference.” “How do you know when you cross the equator?” I asked Harry. He said, “You can tell by the bump. Sometimes the ship just glides over it easily and you can’t tell at all unless you look.” “It’s best to shift gears going over the equator,” Brent said; “go into second and stay in second till you get up the hill.”