This they followed till
they came to the siding, now deserted.
Here, for a few minutes, it did seem as if Pee-wee had succeeded in
baffling them, for the prints leaving the ties ran over to the siding
and there ended in a confused collection of footprints pointing in every
direction. Evidently, Pee-wee had paused here, but what direction he had
taken from this point they could not see.
"This has got _me_ guessing," said Tom.
"He was tangoing around here," said Roy, pointing his flashlight to the
ground, "that's sure. Maybe the little Indian walked the rail."
But an inspection of the rail showed that he had not done that, unless,
indeed, the recent rain had obliterated the marks.
They examined the platform carefully, the steps, the one or two
hogsheads, but no sign did they reveal.
"It gets me," said Tom, as they sat down on the edge of the platform,
dangling their legs.
"He swore he wouldn't go near a railroad--remember?" said Roy, smiling a
little wistfully.
Tom slowly shook his head.
"It's all my fault," said Roy.
"Meanwhile, we're losing time," said Tom.
"You don't suppose----" began Roy. "Where do you suppose that freight
stopped? Here?"
Tom said nothing for a few moments. Then he jumped down and kneeling
with his light began again examining the confusion of footprints near
the siding. Roy watched him eagerly. He felt guilty and discouraged. Tom
was apparently absorbed with some fresh thought. Around one footprint he
drew a ring in the soil.
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