Chapter IX
THE RUNAWAY BALLOON
"Hey! look at all the crows flying over, would you?"
Seth called this out as he pointed upwards, and the rest of the patrol naturally turned their heads in order to gape.
"Whew! did you ever see such a flock of the old caw-caws?" burst out Eben.
"Give 'em a toot from your bugle, and see what they think?" suggested Jotham.
"For goodness sake, be careful," broke in Fritz, "because they might be so knocked in a heap at Eben's fine playing, they'd take a tumble, and nearly smother the lot of us. We'd think it was raining crow, all right."
"Are they good to eat?" demanded Babe, who was pretty green as yet to a great many things connected with outdoor life, "because, if we have time to stop at noon to cook a meal, we might—"
He was interrupted by a shout from several of the other and wiser scouts.