So there we sat in total darkness—I just happened to think of that word total, but anyway I don’t like it because it reminds me of arithmetic.
“We need this lamp to investigate some heavy tracks,” Brent said.
Gee whiz, you should have seen us all jump up, even Pee-wee. Because tracks are our middle name. We all started following Brent out and it looked awful funny, that parade with him at the head of it, carrying the lamp. He’s awful funny, that fellow is, on account of being so sober. He looks just as if school was opening or something like that.
Now I told you we’re all crazy and I’m going to prove it because we just followed him around just like when you play follow your leader.
“Where are the tracks?” Pee-wee wanted to know. I guess he was beginning to be sorry that he had left the apple sauce.
“Right down by the shore,” Brent said.
“Did you say they’re heavy tracks?” the kid wanted to know, all excited. “I bet they’re from a bull moose.”
“They’re the heaviest tracks I ever saw,” Brent said. He looked awful funny carrying that big lamp. He said, “I thought you fellows would be willing to cut short your suppers to see them. They’re down by the shore.”
“It’s a moose,” Pee-wee shouted. “He went there to drink.”
“If we can pick them up——” Brent started to say.