it," muttered William. "Everything in the car is now regaining its weight."
Then the doctor's words recurred to him, together with his explanation about the resistance of the air retarding the car, though not checking his own speed.
"I guess the doctor was right, as usual," said our hero; "but, whatever the reason, if bodies are going to get their weight again, the sooner I bring this furniture back to the top of the car, the better it will be. If I delay long it may become too heavy for me to carry up, and I don't want to have it loose in the car when we come to a stop on the New York side."
Accordingly, William, now no longer fearing to jump, bounded up to the ceiling with one of the lounges, and fastened it in place there. Then he let himself slowly fall to the floor, and jumped up again with one of the chairs, which he fastened securely in place. The table with the books came next; and then he occupied himself with restoring the remaining articles of furniture to their proper places at the bottom of the car.
These matters having been attended to, our hero gave a casual glance at the clock. It may be well to state here that this clock was not worked by a
