Harry just kind of sat there for about half a minute, leaning his arms on the steering wheel and looking all around in the woods. I guess he was kind of dreaming like.
All of a sudden he said, “Well, this isn’t hunting for buried treasure is it? No scout rule against that, is there?”
“Believe me, buried treasure is our favorite nickname,” I told him.
“Nice and quiet in here,” he said; “I hate to hit into open country. Look at that old oak; be a pretty rich tree-toad that owns that chunk of real estate, hey?”
All of a sudden little Alf piped up, in that funny way he has. He said, “Trees are friends, that’s what it says in the scout book.”
He meant the handbook. I guess his speaking up like that kind of, you know, roused us up out of our dreaming. Anyway, Harry said, “Guess you’re right, Alf old boy.” Then we started along.
CHAPTER XXXI—WE RECEIVE DARK TIDINGS
After a little while, Pee-wee shouted, “Oh, I see Steuben Junction! I see a house!”
“That’s it,” I told him; “I knew there was a house in Steuben Junction.”
“Do you see the white house?” he yelled.