“How about buildings?” Hunt Manners wanted to know.
“If we came to buildings we’d have to go through them,” Westy said. “Through them or over them. Or under them. Or else we’d have to move them out of the way. We’d make a solemn vow that we wouldn’t turn to the right or left for anybody or anything. We’d hike right straight for that tree. What do you say?”
Oh, boy, you should have heard those fellows shout. That shows how crazy we are.
I said, “Carried by a large minority. All those who are unanimously in favor of a bee-line hike, eat another peanut. Settled. When shall we start? To-morrow morning? Righto!”
“No matter what happens we’ll go right straight west,” Dorry said.
“For the tree,” Hunt Manners shouted.
“Even if we have to go a little——” the kid started.
“No, you don’t,” I said. “We go straight through the dentist’s.”
“If things get in our way we’ll use resources, hey?” he piped up.
“We’ll use dynamite,” I said. “Scouts of the Silver Fox Patrol and Pee-wee Harris, First Bridgeboro, New Jersey, Troop B. S. A., all gather around your patrol leader and each give him six peanuts as a token of loyalty. That’s the way the knights used to do in history——”