The next morning after breakfast Hervey said to me—he just came sauntering up kind of, and he said to me, “Did you ever notice when you look away up a railroad track how the two rails come together away far off?” “Is it a hike?” I asked him. “No, but didn’t you ever notice?” he said. “You stand between the two tracks and look _away_ off as far as you can see and the two rails get nearer and nearer together till they make a point?” “I see the point,” I told him. “That’s where I often wanted to take a hike to,” he said. “There must be a lot of railroad accidents at that place. Wouldn’t you like to hike there and look around?” “Oh, absolutely,” I told him; “I’m just as crazy as you are. If we get to the place we ought to name it some point or other.” Hervey said, “That’s what I was thinking of. Don’t you suppose all the places that have names ending with _point_ happened to get their names that way? West Point and Greenpoint——” “Sure, and pencil point and pen-point and all those places,” I told him. “Shall we get Pee-wee?” he said. “_Good night!_” I shouted. “If we spring that on Pee-wee he’ll drop dead; he’ll drop so dead that he’ll even be dead and buried.” “It’s a good kind of a hike,” said Hervey, “because it takes you a long way.” “Oh, positively,” I told him; “it takes you even further than that. How did you ever think of it?” He said, “Well, after the big fuss last night I went to bed.” “You expect me to believe that?” I asked him. “And I thought of it while I was lying in bed,” he said. “If we could follow the West Shore tracks till we get to the point where they come together we would probably find a lot of wrecks and skeletons and things piled up, and maybe a lot of gold. Let’s start along the West Shore tracks this afternoon and make a solemn vow that we won’t turn back till we reach the point.” “That ought to be quite a stroll,” I said. “We’ll stop in Albany for supper, hey?” Hervey said, “I had an inspiration.” “You’d better look out,” I told him; “Pee-wee has all those copyrighted.” “This is what I mean,” he said. “Last night while I was lying in bed, I was wondering what kind of a hike we could take that the management wouldn’t object to. See? They’re going to be very particular now. So I thought if we went and told one of the trustees that we’re going to take a little—you know, just a little stroll.” “A ramble,” I said. “Just to the place where the West Shore tracks come together up the line, why there won’t be any objection because they can see themselves just where that is. It doesn’t look to me to be more than a mile away. We’ll promise to turn back as soon as we get there. Hey?” “Oh, the very minute we get there,” I said. Then he said, “All right, come on, let’s get Brent and Pee-wee.” When we found Brent he said very solemn-like that he thought it was a good idea because when you hike it’s always good to have a destination even if you don’t use it.