CHAPTER III
WE GO SOUTH
When we started that crazy game we were near the landing. Maybe it would have been better if we had jumped into the Hudson. But instead of that I started marching up toward the railroad station with all the fellows after me, singing that song.
I went leap frog over a barrel and the rest of them did the same, singing, Follow your leader wherever he goes. All the while Pee-wee stuck on the top of the barrel because his legs were so short, but as long as he was the last one it didn’t make any difference.
“Take a demerit,” I shouted back at him. “What do you think you are? A statue?”
“He looks like a barrel buoy,” Garry shouted.
“Don’t look back, keep singing,” Hervey called to Garry. “Never mind what’s behind you.”
“Sure, think of the future,” Warde said. “And follow your leader wherever he goes.
Wherever he goes,
Wherever he goes,
Wherever he goes.”