"Wrap yourself up in a blanket, Bunny, like an Indian."
"What's going on?" yelled Uncle Tad, from his bunk.
"That's what we're trying to find out," said Mr. Brown.
"Seems to me we're afloat," added Uncle Tad. "We certainly are at sea."
"It does feel so," agreed Daddy Brown, for the automobile was bumping along the roadway, and the motor was not running, either. Something was either pushing or pulling it.
Just then came the howls and whines of the two dogs, Dix and Splash. They had been left out on the front seat of the car, with big curtains hung in front of them so no rain could splatter on them.
"Oh, something's the matter with them!" cried Bunny Brown, and in a few minutes he had opened the window back of the seat and let the frantic dogs leap into the auto. They barked joyfully now, and frisked about Bunny and Sue.
With the opening of the window, however, came in a gust of wind and rain that made Mrs. Brown call:
"Children you'll catch dreadful colds! Get right to bed this instant."
"Oh, Mother, we want to stay up and see what's going to happen," said Bunny. "Maybe the automobile might tip over."