“Wheredgerget thabbles?” he wanted to know, rubbing his eyes.
I said, “Here, catch this and eat it.” Then I said, “Scout Harris of the raving Raven patrol, alias the Animal Cracker, you have been elected by an unanimous majority to lead the funny-bone hike. What say you? Yes or yes? Do you know the way to Temple Camp?”
“A fool knows the way to Temple Camp,” he said, very disgusted like.
“And you claim you’re a fool?” Warde asked him.
“I claim you’re a lot of lunatics,” Pee-wee said, sitting there and yawning and trying to eat an apple at the same time.
“It’s your turn to lead,” Garry said. “Our career of glory is over and we want to go home.”
“I’m tired of this crazy stuff and I don’t believe anybody here knows the way to camp,” Bert said.
“This branch crosses the turnpike,” Pee-wee said. “Don’t you know the little wooden bridge where the tracks cross the road?”
“Oh yes, the dear little wooden place,” I said; “how well I remember it!”
“You turn left on the turnpike and go through Leeds,” the kid said.