Sure enough, there on the road was the truck with its great coil of hempen rope and its big pulleys, accompanied by two men in overalls. Pee-wee could not repress his exuberance as the trio clambered up on the cabin roof and waved to the little cavalcade. "In an hour more she'll be in the water," he shouted, "and we'll----" "We'll anchor till daylight," concluded Roy. In another moment a young girl, laden with bundles, had left the automobile and was picking her way across the marsh. It proved to be the owner of the fugitive bird. "I've brought you all the things that belong to the boat," she said, "and I'm going to stay and see it launched. My father was coming too but he had a meeting or something or other. Isn't it perfectly glorious how you chopped up the stanchions----" "Great," said Roy. "It shows the good that comes out of breaking the law. If we hadn't chopped up the stanchions----" "Oh, crinkums, look at this!" interrupted Pee-wee. He was handling the colored bow lamp. "And here's the compass, and here's the whistle, and here's the fog-bell," said the girl, unloading her burden with a sigh of relief. "And here's the flag for the stern and here--look--I made this all by myself and sat up till eleven o'clock to do it--see!" She unfolded a cheese-cloth pennant with the name _Good Turn_ sewed upon it. "You have to fly this at the bow in memory of your getting my bird for me," she said. "We'll fly it at the bow in memory of what you and your father have done for _us_," said Tom. "And here's some fruit, and here's some salmon, and here's some pickled something or other--I got them all out of the pantry and they weigh a ton!" There was no time for talking if the boat was to be got to the river before dark, and the boys fell to with the men while the girl looked about the cabin with exclamations of surprise. "Isn't it perfectly lovely," she called to Tom, who was outside encircling the hull with a double line of heavy rope, under the men's direction. "I never saw anything so cute and wasn't it a fine idea giving it to you!" "Bully," said Tom. "It was just going to ruin here," she said, "and it was a shame." It was a busy scene that followed and the boys had a glimpse of the wonderful power of the block and falls. To an enormous tree on the roadside a gigantic three-wheel pulley was fastened by means of a metal band around the lower part of the trunk. Several other pulleys between this and the boat multiplied the hauling power to such a degree that one person pulling on the loose end which was left after the rope had been passed back and forth many times through the several pulleys, could actually move the boat. The hull was completely encircled, the rope running along the sides and around the stern with another rope below near the keel so that the least amount of strain would be put upon her.