CHAPTER IV

A WILD NIGHT

Now I'll tell you just exactly what happened while I was lying on that

seat. Charlie Chaplin came to me and he said, "General Pershing says for

you to get off of that barrel." I said, "I won't get off of the barrel

till I finish eating this apple." Then he said, "If you don't get off

the barrel, we'll shoot the barrel out from under you."

So then General Pershing and Charlie Chaplin began wheeling a whole lot

of cannons so as to make a big circle around me. And all the while

Douglas Fairbanks was standing there laughing. Then they began shooting

at the barrel, and every time a cannon ball hit the barrel it would

joggle and almost shake me off. Sometimes the barrel stood up on edge

and then a cannon ball would knock it back again and it would go dancing

every which way with me on it. I had to hang on for dear life. Pretty

soon I got mad (gee whiz, you couldn't blame me) and I threw the core

of the apple at General Pershing, and he began to laugh. He said, "Never

hit me!"

Pretty soon the barrel got knocked over sideways and I was sprawling all

over it trying to keep on top while it rolled down a hill. All the while

Charlie Chaplin was running after me and trying to hook me with his cane

and somebody shouted, "What does it say on the waybill? Look on the

waybill!" And I could hear a sound like whistling. Then, good night! all

of a sudden I went kerflop off the barrel. Just then a man shouted, "All

on!" I guess he meant all _off_. Anyway, I didn't care, because I was

lying in an automobile and jogging along awful nice and easy.

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."

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