Pee-wee began thinking harder and pushing harder; I could just see him thinking. And with one hand he felt in his pocket to make sure the matches were all safe. He carries matches in a box like a cylinder that shaving soap comes in.
It was kind of hard getting the bridge started but once it was started it kept moving slowly around. The reason you can move a bridge around like that is because it’s well balanced. But, gee whiz, I’m glad I’m not so well balanced because I wouldn’t have so much fun. Underneath the floor of the bridge were rollers on a track that went around in a circle. So pretty soon we had turned the bridge so that it was lengthways to the creek instead of across the creek and there was a passageway on either side of it where boats could pass.
“Marooned on a desert drawbridge,” Bert said.
“Poor, starving natives,” I said.
Garry said, “It’s like being on an island.”
“A merry-go-round, you mean,” Pee-wee said.
“Let’s call it Merry-go-round Island,” Hervey sang out.
Just then the boat came chugging very slowly along one side of the bridge and one of the men handed me the fish.
I said, “Many thanks and more of them, mister, you saved our lives.”
“Don’t let it slide out of your hands,” he said; “look out, it’s slippery.”