“And when you get to camp stop there,” Warde said.
“I hope he bunks into the pavilion, that’ll be the only thing to stop him,” Garry said.
“This time, it’s positively guaranteed,” Hervey said; “I’m going straight west till I bunk right into that house.”
“Keep your eye on the roof,” Bert said, “because that’s the only way we can be sure we’re going right.”
“Ready, go” Hervey said.
That time we kept going straight ahead without any nonsense—right straight for that roof.
“I’d like to have a picture of our travels to-day,” Warde said.
“It would look like the trail of a snake with blind staggers,” I told him. “After to-day I’m going to have some sense.”
“Not if you follow Hervey Willetts,” Warde said.
Hervey said, “I know a better game; it’s called the flip-flop sprint. Did you ever try the razzle-dazzle roam? You have to keep going east while you keep your west eye shut. The hole-in-the-ground hop is a good one too. When shall we try it?”