I said, “A Scout’s honor is to be toasted or trusted or something or other. We’ve got to stop here till the wind springs up. And anyway, I just as soon take a rest. If the wind can take a rest, we can, too. What’s fair for one is fair for all.”
So we all sat down on the grass in the middle of that place, we should worry. It was a kind of a big lawn all around the station.
Dub said, “If the breeze started coming from the east we wouldn’t know it on account of the station; the station would act like a windshield.”
I said, “Don’t worry, if we see it acting that way, we’ll know the wind is around on the other side of it. We’ll appoint Pee-wee a committee to watch how the station acts.”
Egg Sandwich said, “What are we going to do, just sit here?”
“Sure,” I said, “it’s according to rules. We’re governed by the wind. We may have to stay here for hours.”
“How can we be governed by the wind when there isn’t any?” the kid wanted to know.
“That’s easy,” I told him. “You might as well say how can we starve if we haven’t got any food to be deprived of. Gee whiz, you’re in the third grade and take up zoology and you don’t know that! I’ll have a game of mumbly-peg with anybody,” I said.
Dub said, “This is a fine kind of a hike—two miles and then get stalled.”
“Look at ships; don’t they get becalmed?” I said. “Come on, let’s have a game of mumbly-peg.”