“What are you talking about?” he yelled.
“It is true,” I told him; “the plot grows thicker. This is a funny-bone hike and nothing happens right. Sit down and starve with us. Here, give me the wooden duck. If we should catch a pig on this hike it would turn out to be pig iron. If we caught a cow it would turn out to be a cowslip. Don’t blame me, blame Hervey Willetts, he started it.”
HERVEY WAS IN THE CREEK, SWIMMING FOR DEAR LIFE.
CHAPTER XVIII
WE MEET A FRIEND
All of a sudden, splash, Hervey was in the creek, swimming for dear life. We all stood on the shore watching him.
“A marathon race with a fish,” Bert shouted.
“Follow your leader,” I yelled at Hervey.
“Leave it to me,” Hervey spluttered, “I’ll get him.”
Down the creek we could see a stick bobbing. Pretty soon Hervey caught up with it and grabbed it.