In the morning I was lying on the floor of the car with my arm around Connie Bennett's leg. Every one of those four fellows was dead to the world. I pushed up the shutter that had slipped down, like they always do, and looked out of the window. Right outside was a barrel. But I didn't see General Pershing. There was a big field right near, and over farther was a lake. It was a dandy lake, with woods on the opposite shore. There were big high mountains, too, all bright on top, because the sun was coming up over them. I went out on the platform and looked up the track. I could see way far off till the tracks went to a point. The car was on a siding. Not very far off I could see smoke curling up and I knew there must be a house there somewhere. On the other side from the lake was a store with a platform in front of it. It wasn't open yet. I went in and washed my hands and face at the water cooler, then went out and looked again. But there wasn't anything to see, only the lake and the woods and the smoke curling up among the trees, and the store right near. I got out and looked at the side of the car. There was the big sign sprawling all over it. Buffalo 398 Mls.--BREWSTER'S CENTER--N. Y. 30 Mls. That place wasn't Bridgeboro, that was one sure thing. Because, gee whiz, I know Bridgeboro when I see it. And it wasn't Brewster's Centre, either. I went in and began shaking Pee-wee, but it wasn't any use. Then I gave Westy a good shove and I shouted at him, "Wake up, the plot grows thicker. We're somewhere, but I don't know where. We're lost, strayed or stolen. Wake up, your country needs you." He sat up in the seat, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Then he said, kind of half asleep, "I--s--s--s--a--t--day? Wha'--we--doin'--a--a--a--here?" I said, "It's Saturday, and we're here because we're here. But I don't know where. There's a lake and a lot of woods and some mountains." "Le's see 'em," he said. "Look out of the window," I told him. He just yawned, "Where are they? Outside?" "They're on the landscape," I told him; "come on, we'll go and stalk them before they sneak away. Get up, you lazy ..." Just then Connie Bennett rolled over and sat up and tried to keep his eyes open while he looked out of the window. "Wass become Bridgeboro?" he said. "It just went out to get some rolls for breakfast," I said; "it'll be right back." "Where are we at?" he wanted to know. "Search _me_," I told him; "all I know is I was rolling down a hill on a barrel and Charlie Chaplin was running after me. There's the barrel out there now." CHAPTER V SOMEWHERE IN AMERICA As soon as I mentioned Charlie Chaplin's name, Pee-wee woke up. Charlie Chaplin is one of his favorite heroes; George Washington, Napoleon, and Charlie Chaplin--and Tyler's milk chocolate. "Where are we?" he began shouting. "There's a lake! Look at the lake! What's that lake doing here?" "That lake has got as much right here as you have," I told him.