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?” I said, “I wouldn’t say for sure that I’m awake, but I _think_ I am. Either that or I’ve gone crazy reading ‘Alice in Wonderland.’ _Look!_ There’s the park! We’re about half a mile down the river.” The inventor started shouting, “Oh, good, good, good! I’m glad. Maybe we’ll go across the ocean! Will we?” “Nothing would surprise me,” Westy said. “I hope we’ll meet Sinbad, the sailor.” “This car wouldn’t float,” Will Dawson said. “It _wouldn’t_” I said; “but it _does_.” “Open the window and look out,” Westy said. “What did I tell you about yellow dogs?” Pee-wee shouted. “Can I be the captain?” the inventor wanted to know. “Is it a ship?” “Either that or an insane asylum,” I said. “Look out of the window,” Westy said. “I see what happened. Come on, let’s look out from one of the doors. I know what happened all right!” We threw open three or four windows and looked down. Then he ran for one of the doors and looked out. The car was on something, that was sure. “It’s an old scow,” Westy said. “Look!” I looked down from the car door just as Westy jumped down. He said, “It’s an old scow just as sure as you live. It was part of the solid part of the trestle. See how the old tracks are broken? What—do—you—know—about—that?” He pulled off a chip of wood and threw it up to me. “Cedar,” he said; “smell it.” I saw just how it was. The car was standing on an old scow. The old rusty tracks were twisted and broken off and stuck out over the end. In five seconds we were all down on the deck of it, staring around. Westy said, “Did you smell it? It’s cedar.”