That was the
last we saw of them, then.

"Did you ever hear of a thief stopping to have his picture taken?" Westy
asked.

"If they'd have only stayed a little longer, we could have got them in
the movie camera and we could have a play called _The Robbers'
Regret_," Pee-wee piped up, "or, _The Missing Spark Plugs_."

"Oh, they're not missing," Westy said; "they're just hiding, disguised
as an oil can. Waste not, want not, hey?"

Do you know what fellow had done--all while we were in the car? Talk
about a scout being quick! He had got the snapshots while those two
fellows were on the platform. Then he had hid the camera in the bushes.
But he wanted to make sure that they wouldn't find the plugs, so he put
them into an oil can that he had found under the hood of the machine and
tied a piece of wire to the can. He tied the other end of the wire to
the root of a bush on the shore. And all that he did while the fellows
were in the car. What do you know about that?

So now he just fished them up and cleaned them out and put them back
where they belonged. Then we all sat in the Pierce-Arrow waiting to see
what would happen next. Right in front of us was that old car with the
sign all along its side.

Buffalo 398 Mls.--BREWSTER'S CENTER--N. Y. 30 Mls.

Pretty soon we got to singing, and for a little while everybody was
singing something different from everybody else, but after a few minutes
we got settled down to this:

"There was the Brewster's Centre car,
That traveled here and there;
It had a lot of adventures, too,
And we don't have to pay any fare.
And when it's here, it's here,
And when it's there, it's there;
And when it isn't any place,
Why then it's everywhere.
And if it isn't on the ground,
You'll find it up in the air;
And if it goes to the moon or Mars,
A plaguey lot we care!"

"You can talk about tents and log cabins and house-boats and things,"
Connie said; "but I'm for that old car. It's stood by _us_."

"Stood!" I said. "Good night, it hasn't stood very long anywhere; not
since we had it."

"It's full of pep," Connie said.

"Always on the go," I told him; "it's different from other cars. It
reminds me of Pee-wee. I wonder where we'll go next."

"Sure, I wonder what's the next step in our itinerary," Connie said.
Boy, but that fellow is some high brow.

"Our whaterary?" I asked him.

"Anyway, it's nice