Pretty soon we came out into the turnpike and then we knew the way back to camp. It was a pretty long hike but we knew the way. All we had to do was to follow the turnpike south till we came to the blackberry road and that would take us into the road to camp.
I said, “I hope the camp is still there.”
Warde said, “If we get back in time for supper we’ll be lucky.”
“How about lunch?” Pee-wee wanted to know.
“Nothing about it,” I said; “it just isn’t.”
“Do you think I’m going to walk ten miles with nothing to eat?” he shot back. “You call this a funny-bone hike, it’s a famine hike, that’s what it is. They’ll find our skeletons some day marching around through these woods——”
“Following our leader,” I said.
“That’ll be a funny-bone parade,” Garry said.
“It’ll be a bone parade all right,” I told him.
“Maybe we’ll strike a farmhouse,” Bert said.