I just sank down to the ground. “I see forty-eleven roofs and eighty-nine col-ol-ol-ums of smoke—oke,” I told him.
“We’re get—tet—ing there,” Hervey said.
We all just sprawled on the ground for about ten minutes, dead to the world.
“Sure, we’re nearly there,” I said.
After a little while Scout Harris sat up and set up a howl.
“What’s the matter now?” I asked him.
“The smoke! The smoke!” he shouted. “It isn’t in line with the roof any more! Look!”
I sat up and looked.
“Temple Camp has moved away or something,” he yelled.
I said, “That’s very funny, the smoke must be blowing.”