“We have to go all the way around Crampton’s Hollow,” I said, “but usually we don’t bother with roads because most of them go to places.”
So then we fixed a rope from the end of the shaft to the front of the jitney bus and Darby put his shift into reverse, and the four horses strained as the jitney backed up and pretty soon we were ready to start.
Gee whiz, if you want to go on down to Catskill Landing in that empty bus with Darby Curren, go ahead, I can’t stop you. But if you want to join the parade all right. I guess you know by this time that wherever we go something happens. It isn’t our fault, it’s the fault of the things. So then we started off along the road.
Some procession!
CHAPTER XXXV
WE END OUR HIKE
That was the long way around to Temple Camp, but we couldn’t help it, because we had to follow the road.
“That’s better than following a crazy leader,” Pee-wee said.
Mr. Warren said, “The last turn is a good turn.”
“Every kind of a turn is a good one,” Hervey called back.
“They’re all better than each other, only some are more so,” I said. “We’ll take you on some hikes all right. That’s one things I like about Columbus, Ohio, he didn’t turn back, not till he saw the Statue of Liberty.”