"Let's sit here and eat first," suggested Dick. "It's about dinner time, and we've got some hard work ahead of us. I do hope we can get a block and fall." Dick's plan met with instant favor, and then, in the big car the three marooned travelers began to prepare a meal on the electric stove. They were busily engaged at this when their new friend came rowing up the stream. He saw the boys sitting comfortably about the table which had been let down from the roof of the car, and his eyes grew big with astonishment. "Wa'al, I swan t' goodness!" he gasped. "There ain't nothin' slow about you boys; be there?" "Not so as you could notice it," assented Dick, with a laugh. "Will you have a fried egg sandwich?" "What? Be you cookin' in there?" cried the man in astonishment. "Sure!" laughed Paul. "Wait, I'll put an egg on for you in a jiffy!" and he broke one in the aluminum frying pan, while the man was tying the boat to the stranded auto. "Wa'al, I swan t' goodness!" exclaimed the man, who had said his name was Peter Kinsey. "This beats th' Dutch! Why, you've got a regular sleepin' an' dinin' car here; ain't you?" "Somewhat," admitted Dick, while Paul passed out the egg sandwich on a wooden plate. "Gosh all sizers!" exclaimed Mr. Kinsey, as he bit into it. "It's hot, all right! But it's mighty good jest th' same!" he added quickly. He ate it with such evident relish that Paul at once fried him another. Then, as the three chums had eaten enough, they put away their cooking apparatus, tossed the wooden plates into the stream, and prepared to get their auto out of the mud. "The first thing to do," decided Dick, when they had gone ashore in the boat Mr. Kinsey had borrowed for them, "is to see if we can get that tackle. There's no use bothering with horses until we have something rigged up so we can use their strength to the best advantage. Where would we be likely to get a rope and pulleys?" he asked the flagman. "Wa'al, Josiah McIntyre might have some," was the answer. "He moved his barn last week, and I don't believe they took the rigging away." "Where does he live?" "Down the road a piece. Second house on the right. It's painted red and sets back a ways from the road. You can tell him what you want, and say I sent you." "All right," agreed Dick. "Paul, I'll delegate you to get the rope and pulleys. Push 'em here in a wheelbarrow, and see if we can hire a team when we need it." "All right, my hearty!" "Innis, you and I'll look about for a place where we can hitch the pulley. We may have to set a post. I suppose we could borrow a shovel?" he asked Mr. Kinsey. "Yes, I've got one here myself. I was digging worms for fish bait. Had to do something settin' here all day. What do you want a shovel for?" "To dig a hole to set a post in." "I see. Well, I'll get the shovel, and I reckon you can take one of the busted beams from this bridge. There's a lot of 'em over on the other side."