“Good idea,” Warde said; “let’s all agree that we’ll go whichever way the Temple Camp arrow points.”
“There are four directions,” Pee-wee said. “We’ll stand just one chance in four of going the right way.”
“There are only two directions,” I said; “right and wrong. Deny it who can. So we stand a fifty-fifty chance of going right. Anybody that knows anything about arithmetic can tell that. Come on, follow your leader wherever he goes.”
I grabbed hold of the sign post and started walking around with the rest of them after me singing, “Follow your leader wherever he goes.” Some merry-go-round! We sang the first verse and I stopped short when we got to the word goes.
“Come on,” I said, “Temple Camp is right over that way. Follow your leader.”
“Trust to luck,” Hervey said; “if it’s wrong, so much the better. Let the guide post worry. They had no right to put a pinwheel here for a guide post.”
“Just what I say,” I told him.
“How about others coming along?” Warde wanted to know. That fellow makes me tired, he’s all the time using sense.
“Now what have you got to say?” Pee-wee yelled. “A scout is supposed to be helpful.”
“Sure, he’s supposed to help himself to all the cake he wants, like you,” I said.