“We won’t leave our home, we’ll take it with us!” two or three of them began shouting.
“Those tracks are good all the way across Cat-tail Marsh,” El Sawyer said, “because I walked the ties right down to the river.”
“If they held you they ought to hold the car,” I said. Crinkums, that fellow weighs about a ton. Then Hunt Ward (he’s in the Elks) began singing:
I love, I love, I love my home,
But what’ll we do with it?
Ralph Warner (he’s in my patrol, he’s got red hair), he said, “I promised my mother I’d never run away from home.”
“But you didn’t promise her that you wouldn’t run away in your home, did you?” Doc wanted to know.
“That’s a teckinality,” Pee-wee shouted; “they use those in courts.”
“You mean technicality,” I told him; “shut up unless you’ve got a suggestion to make. We’re here to decide how we’re going to get somewhere else. There are a lot of obstacles. I move——”
“How are we going to move, that’s what I’d like to know?” Dorry Benton shouted.