"Of course--a big time. It's a heavy spring-wagon, and there is just about room in it behind the seat for a bed. We can put on a cover that will keep out rain as well as a tent, and carry a little kerosene-oil stove to use for cooking if we can't build a fire out-doors for any reason. We can take along flour, and--and--and salt, and other things to eat, and shoot game, and--and--and have a time." We became so excited that we sat down and talked till midnight about it. By that time the rain had stopped, and when we went out the stars were shining, and the level ground was covered with pools of water. "If it was always as wet as this around here we could go in a genuine schooner," said Jack. "Yes, that's so. But what shall we call our craft?" "I think Rattletrap would be a good name," said Jack. "I don't think it is a very pretty name," I replied. "You wait till you get acquainted with that wagon, and you will say it's the best name in the world, whether it's pretty or not. You don't know that wagon yet. The tongue is spliced, the whiffletrees are loose, the reach is cracked, the box is tied together with a rope, the springs creak, and the wheels whobble, lean different ways, and never follow one another." "Do they all turn in the same direction?" I asked. "I don't believe they do. It would be just like one to turn backward while the other three were going forward." "We'll call our craft the Rattletrap, then. Good-night." "Good-night," said Jack; and we parted, each to dream of our approaching cruise. [Illustration: IN A WEEK WE WERE BUSY GETTING READY TO START.]