“It’ll be a backbone hike—straight,” I said. “There’s no place like home.”
“Home is all right, it’s a good place to start from,” Hervey said.
“Well, then, take us home; I’m ready,” Bert spoke up. “I don’t want any more funny-bone hikes wished on me. Wish-bones are good enough, I’m hungry.”
So Pee-wee climbed over the end of the car, and started along and we all followed.
“Follow your leader wherever he goes,” I said.
“He’s going straight home,” Pee-wee said.
“Are you sure you got out of the right end of the car?” Hervey asked him.
Pee-wee was still kind of half-asleep, and he stopped and looked around. “Sure, we got in at the end where the coupling is,” he said. “Come on, follow me.”
“You can’t fool Scout Harris,” I said; “not even with a couple of cups of couplings. Forward march, follow your leader!” And we started singing:
Where’er we may roam,