Reluctantly, the older Scout hastened to catch up with his friend.
War, finding he had made a mistake in entering a deserted row, cut through to an adjoining lane.
“Hey, wait!” Jack called, thoroughly annoyed.
Even then, War did not pay attention to the command, if indeed he heard it. Now far ahead of his friend, he kept moving from row to row, trying to follow the elusive murmur of voices.
Finally, perspiring heavily, he halted to catch his breath and listen again. Jack then caught up with him.
“Listen, you!” he exclaimed. “What’s the big idea? Where do you think you’re going?”
“To find our gang. I thought they’d be in this row.”
“You’ve chased through a half dozen of ’em. I can’t even hear voices now.”
War listened a moment. “Neither can I,” he acknowledged uneasily. “I guess we’ve missed our party.”
“We’ll have to get back to the cart road and make for the shed.”