Then Sam felt the wooden planks. "Hey, hey, hey. Wait a minute. These are real. Where are we?" yelled Sam.
"I'm not sure where we are," I said, looking at the old-fashioned wooden barrels we were standing next to. "As a matter of fact, I'm not even sure WHEN we are."
Fred, who had been peering through the barrels, turned quickly toward us. "Guys, quiet!" he hissed. "Two men are coming!"