It
was not moving quite so fast now, as the stream was not quite so swift.
In fact if the flooded stream had not been so swift it never could have
carried the heavy auto along at all.
"I suppose," said Mr. Brown, "I could start the motor and make the car
go itself. But I would not know where to steer her."
"No, it is better to make her fast, I think," said Uncle Tad.
Just then they passed under a tree. Mr. Brown tried to catch the rope to
it, but the auto rolled past too quickly.
"Better luck next time," he said.
Presently they were swept under another tree, and this time, as Mr.
Brown cast the rope, it whirled about a big limb and was held fast. The
other end had been tied to the automobile near the back door and now the
big car came to a slow stop.
"If she only holds we'll be all right," said Mr. Brown, his hand still
on the rope.
The automobile moved a little bit farther, as the rope stretched, and
then it stopped altogether, and Mr. Brown tied tighter the end of the
rope that was about the tree.
"Anchored at last!" cried Uncle Tad, as he got ready to go inside the
car. "Now let it rain and flood as much as it likes."
"Are we all right?" asked Bunny as his father and his Uncle Tad came in.
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