“The world is upside down!” Garry said.
“It’s inside out,” Bert shouted.
“That house right in front of us was in direct line with camp,” Warde said.
“The Catskill Mountains are crazy!” Pee-wee shouted. “Remember the way they did with Rip Van Winkle? Everything is crazy! Where are we at? The nearer we get the farther we go. This country is haunted.”
“Search me,” I said. “The sun must have set in the east, that’s the only way I can explain it. That house there was in a bee-line with the camp when we started. I’ll leave it to Hervey.”
“Don’t leave it to him,” Pee-wee shouted; “you’ll only make it worse. Do you think I want to land on the moon?”
CHAPTER XXX
WE FIGURE IT OUT
I said, “Let’s sit down and think it over and figure it out by geometry; let’s not get excited. Three things were in a bee-line, the cooking shack and the house and we ourselves. Deny it if you can. The smoke died and we hiked straight for the house. Didn’t we? Now here we are almost at the house and the smoke is there again, and it’s the same chimney and it’s way out north of us and we’ve been hiking southwest. What’s the answer?”
“It’s all because Hervey Willetts is leading us,” Pee-wee shouted. “If that fellow started to go across the street he’d end at—at—at South Africa—he would.”
“Are we going to get lost again?” little Willie Cook piped up.