“Just smiled at it,” Brent said; “the scout smile always wins.”
Believe me, we were all too surprised to speak.
“Any of you kids know how to run a Ford?” Brent asked us.
“Sure, Grove does,” we said. Because they have a flivver at Grove’s house.
“I haven’t got any license,” Grove said.
“All right, hop in there and follow us,” Brent told him; “we’ll move along and meet them and save them a walk.”
So we swung into the woods road, with Grove coming along behind us in the flivver, and just as we reached the place where the woods began, we met Harry and Brent’s patrol, hiking along.
“All right, hop in,” Brent said.
“Well—I’ll—be—jiggered,” Harry began.
“Hop in,” Brent said, “and don’t stand there talking, if you want a place to sleep to-night. You couldn’t even run a carpet-sweeper.”