“Ah, but suppose the turnpike shouldn’t be there any more?” Garry said. “Some strange things have happened since we started in a north southerly direction from Catskill.”
“That’s because you had crazy leaders,” Pee-wee shot back. “If you’re sensible and want to go back to camp I’ll show you the way.”
“Oh we’re sensible,” I said.
“You’re the worst of the lot,” he shouted.
Hervey said, “My idea is, just like I said, to follow the track right along the same way we were going and that will bring us out at the turnpike.”
“If the turnpike hasn’t been turned around,” I said.
“We’ll be careful not to touch it with our hands when we get there,” Garry said.
“I’ll lead you,” Pee-wee said; “it’s easy from here; I could do it with my eyes closed.”
“If you’ll keep your mouth closed I’ll be satisfied,” I told him.
“But it isn’t going to be any funny-bone hike,” he said; “I’ll tell you that.”