By that I knew that some of the fellows up at camp had been down to Warner’s the night before and put it there, because they knew that would be the last store we’d go to.
Harry Donnelle said, “All right, line up.” So we all sat in a row and some summer people who were in there began to laugh. What did we care? One girl said she wished she was a boy; girls are always saying that. So that proves we have plenty of fun. I could see Harry Donnelle wink at Mr. Warner while the latter (that means Mr. Warner) was getting the sodas ready. Then all of a sudden Harry said:
“Attention! Present spoons. Go!”
So then we all started at once and that was the beginning of the big hike. Just as I told you, it started at the top of the glasses in Warner’s and ended in the bottom of the glasses at Bennett’s. When you hear me say M-mm-that’s good in Bennett’s, you’ll know the hike is over.
CHAPTER V
I GO ON AN ERRAND
“Now to skirt the lonesome Catskills,” Harry said.
“Now to what them?” Dorry Benton asked him.
“Skirt them,” he said, “that’s Latin for hiking around the edge of them. We don’t want to be all the time stumbling over mountains.”
“Believe me, if I see one in the road, I’ll tell you,” I said.
“And we don’t want to get mixed up with panthers and wild cats either,” Harry said. And he gave me a wink.