Then they went on down to the Lyric and stood on the line for twenty minutes. When they got in they saw “The Cowboy’s Vengeance.” Oh, they had a wild time that night. That cowboy had troubles of his own. But one thing, he killed eleven train robbers. Maybe you’ll say our poor old car that was marooned in the marsh didn’t have any pep compared to that train going through the Rocky Mountains. But you cannot sometimes always tell.
That’s one ending to this story. Now comes the other one.
CHAPTER XXXV—CEDAR
One thing I’ll tell you. If you ever see a yellow dog going east, prepare for the worst. That’s all.
We cooked some eats on the old stove in the corner of the car that night and they tasted good. After that we fixed two of the seats facing each other and sat in them, watching the rain. We jollied Pee-wee and talked about stalking and merit badges and told riddles. After that we played checkers and when we all got good and sleepy we fixed the seats into berths. The way you make a berth is to lift a seat out and lay it lengthwise across two other seats. We made five berths that way. Then we went to sleep.
Now I couldn’t see just exactly what happened because I was asleep. But I found out afterwards. I thought I heard funny kinds of noises in the night, but that old car had so many creaks in it that it was like a full orchestra whenever the wind blew.
Anyway, when I woke up in the morning and looked out of the window, I thought I was in Noah’s Ark. I was so surprised that I couldn’t do anything but just stare. We were floating down the river! That’s just as true as that I’m sitting on the window seat in my room, writing. We were floating down the river. You can ask anybody in Bridgeboro.
I gave Westy a shake and said, “Wake up and look out of the window! Hurry up! Westy!”
In a half a minute we were all staring out of the window.
Will Dawson said, “Are we dreaming or not?”