Harry said he guessed the car would be all right, because it was all wrong and no one could start it anyway. He said that just then he’d rather have some liver and bacon than the car. So we left it standing there and started back along the street, hunting for the woods road. We went a little way up a couple of different roads, but they both ran through open country. At last we hit into another road that went through woods. It was narrow and rocky and up-hill and the woods were so thick that the trees were all tangled over-head and it was awful quiet.
“Well, this is the right sort of a place for scouts,” Harry said; “they’ve got the right idea.”
“Keep your eyes peeled in the woods for a camp-fire,” Grove said.
“I’m getting hungrier every minute,” Pee-wee shouted.
“Same here, only more so,” I said.
Pretty soon one of us saw a light. It was pretty small and if it was a camp-fire, the camp must have been quite a way off.
“There It is! There it is!” Pee-wee piped up, “it’s——”
“It’s in the road, I think,” Harry said.
In about a couple of minutes we heard voices and some one said, “Raise her a little more.”
Then, good night, before we knew it, we were around a turn and walking plunk into a Ford car with a half a dozen fellows standing around, while one of them was blowing up a tire.