d whispered, all excited. "That's the bandit;
_now_ we've got him."

Dorry said, "Don't look up again; don't let him think we saw him. He had
a cap on. Did you see?"

"I suppose I'll have to climb up there and shoot him," Warde Hollister
said.

"You sit where you are," I told him. I knew he was only joking but I saw
that was no time for fooling and I was afraid he might spoil everything.

"You could never climb up there," I said. "Anyway, _this_ is no false
alarm. I saw him as plain as day."

"So did I," Westy whispered. Hunt and Will said they thought they had
seen him too, but they weren't sure because they had been seeing
everything on account of being so dizzy.

Westy said, "Don't talk loud, remember sound ascends."

I made believe I was looking all around at the sky and I stole a look up
that way again. Just as I did I saw a kind of a movement. I kind of knew
that the person away up there in that car was watching us and sticking
his head out as much as he dared.

Westy said, "We don't know whether it's the bandit or not, but whoever
it is, we've got him. He'd break his neck jumping from up there. He
couldn't get hold of the trestle on either side of the car. That car
must have been down here when we came along. Whoever it is, we've got
him as sure as if we had handcuffs on him."

"We've _foiled_ him," the kid whispered. "You said boys never capture
bandits and things except in books. _Now_ you see."

Westy said, "Well, we've sure got him, and believe me, that's a new way
to capture a bandit."

"It shows that scouts are resourceful," Pee-wee said.

I said, "Sure, they're so resourceful they capture bandits without
knowing it. We don't even know if he is a bandit."

"We know we've got him. Isn't that enough?" the kid said.

Jiminies, whoever he was, I could see we had him all right. He was as
safe up there as he would have been in a dungeon. Because you can see
how it was. The big tall trestle-work that held the axle was only as
high as the middle of the wheel. Maybe he could have climbed down that,
and maybe he couldn't. But from the middle of the wheel up to the top
the iron-work wasn't close enough for him to reach from one brace to
another. I didn't see how he could even get out of the car to the
nearest girder. If he took a chance, he'd break his neck. I suppose,
just like Westy said, he had made for the lowest car and it had gone up
with him on account of our weight hanging onto some of the oth