“We’ll try it day after yesterday,” I said; “think of the west and keep your eye on that roof.”
“Absolutely, positively,” Hervey said; “we couldn’t go wrong now if we tried.”
“Don’t try,” Pee-wee shouted.
“Be sure that the right way is always the best,” I said. “I don’t care what that song of yours says.”
Pretty soon we got to where the woods were not so thick and we could see the road ahead. We couldn’t exactly see it because it was sort of in a hollow but we could see the hollow, and by that time we could see the rest of the house, or most of it.
“We’ll cut right through the woods in back of it,” Warde said.
I said, “Thank goodness, we’ll be home in fifteen minutes.”
“Follow me and you can’t go wrong,” Hervey said. “I’m aiming straight for my place at the mess-board.”
“Don’t aim for mine,” Pee-wee shouted at him. Then Hervey began singing:
Some scouts prefer to hike around,