“It would be better to set it back and be sure,” Harry said.
“Oh, yes, safety first,” Brent said; “there might be a slight difference. One three o’clock might look like another, but there’s a difference.”
“How do you know when you cross the equator?” I asked Harry.
He said, “You can tell by the bump. Sometimes the ship just glides over it easily and you can’t tell at all unless you look.”
“It’s best to shift gears going over the equator,” Brent said; “go into second and stay in second till you get up the hill.”
“What hill?” Pee-wee wanted to know. “You make me sick; there aren’t any hills on the ocean.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Rossie Brent said. “If you go to Coney Island and watch a ship coming toward you from way out on the ocean, you see the top of the masts first, don’t you? Then after a while you see the whole ship. That’s because it’s coming up hill. See?”
“You should worry about hills, Kid,” I said; “go ahead and eat your breakfast.”
V—THE CARAVAN
I guess by now you must think we’re all crazy; I should worry. I just thought I’d tell you that about Pee-wee’s watch because, gee, it had us all laughing. So already you’ve lost an hour reading this story; don’t you care.