I said, “Have no fear, our gallant leader is with us. Raving ravens do not get rattled. Trust to Scout Harris. He knows the way. Follow your leader.”
Maybe that signboard had been a pinwheel, but there it was at the very same spot where it had been before.
Warde said, “That’s one good thing about scouts, they always come back.”
I said, “Pee-wee led us the right way, only in the wrong direction.”
“Just as you said,” Garry put in, “the turnpike has disappeared. That’s why I never liked turnpikes, they’re so fickle.”
“There’s something wrong here!” the kid shouted.
“Sure,” I said, “it isn’t your fault, it’s the turnpike’s.”
“I started in the right direction,” Pee-wee shouted, “and I kept going in the right direction, you can’t deny it. I’d like to know how we got here?”
“That’s what I’d like to know,” I said.
“I suppose we just walked here,” Bert said; “we followed our leader.”