"

So then we all started singing that crazy song that we used to sing when
we were being hauled all over the country in our camp on wheels:

"There was a Duke of Yorkshire,
He had ten thousand men;
He marched them up the hill,
And then he marched them down again.
And when they're up, they're up,
And when they're down, they're down;
And when they're only half way up,
They're neither up nor down."

CHAPTER XIX

UP IN THE AIR

It was nice in there.

"This is a good place to hide after killing a bandit," Warde Hollister
said.

"Look out, you'll strain your neck," I said to Dorry, because he was
craning his neck looking up.

He said, "I'm trying to decide which car is the one that was at the
bottom when we came along. I think it's that one up top."

"They're all the same, only different," I said.

He said, "If I'm right it means that the wheel went just half way
around--one half a revolution."

"Some highbrow," I said. "Don't talk about revolutions, they remind me
of history. A half a revolution is better than the French Revolution.
Take your feet off me. Do you want a whole car to yourself?"

"It's pretty crowded in here," Westy said.

"Well, go up on the top floor if you're not satisfied," I told him.
"You'll get a good view up there."

"How do you know there's a good view in that car?" Pee-wee said.

"I put it in there when the car was down here," I told him. "Ask me
something hard. Stop rocking, you make me dizzy."

Of course as soon as I said that they all started rocking the car. That
shows how they obey their patrol leader. The car went swinging more and
more and the rusty old wheel creaked.

"Git--app, git--app
Till papa comes home,"

they started singing. Warde Hollister was as bad as any of them, if not
worse.

"Have a heart," I said. "Stop! What is this? A life on the ocean wave or
a bee-line hike?"

"Rock-a-bye baby
On the tree top,"

they all went on. Honest, that patrol is the limit. I'd like to sell it
second-hand and get a new one.

"Listen to the ghosts up there," Westy said. "This old wheel sounds like
a nineteen-sixteen Ford."

I said, "You'll _look_ like a nineteen-sixteen Ford in a minute if you
don't let up. Take that phonograph horn off my head," I said to Pee-wee;
"or I'll throw it out of the car."

Pee-wee started yelling through it, "Only ten cents a ride on the
haunted ferris-wheel. A--ll aboard!