Bert said, “Trust to Hervey, we won’t get anywhere. He knows where he’s not going.”
“Sure, he has a fine sense of misdirection,” Garry said.
“We’ll end in Maine,” Pee-wee said, “that’s where all the maniacs belong. The nearer we get to Temple Camp the farther off it is.”
“We’ve been everywhere,
But up in the air;
And we haven’t done anything yet.”
Warde began singing.
All of a sudden Hervey turned around and looked very severe and held his finger to his mouth.
“Silence,” I said; “Play the game. Can’t you keep still? If you can’t keep still, keep quiet.”
So then we followed him not saying a word. It was fine to hear Pee-wee not talking.