“You don’t mean he helped me, do you?” our young Mammoth Cave wanted to know.
“Didn’t you have helpings enough to-night?” I asked him.
CHAPTER V
PLANS
So that was about all that happened that night, only that crazy song that Hervey sang when we first saw him, and Brent Gaylong marching ahead of us out of the eats pavilion is what put it into our heads to have a crazy hike like the Bee-line hike, only crazier.
My sister said it ought to be called light fiction on account of Brent carrying the lamp, and my father said it ought to be a serial story on account of there being a lot of oatmeal in it, but anyway, the right name of it is The Lunatic Hike or Boy Scouts on the Other Road. Only you’re not supposed to use the right name because everything in this story is wrong and you’re supposed to use the wrong name and that is The Left-handed Hike or Where Are We At? Because the wrong name is the right name and it’s affectionately dedicated to five cents’ worth of peanuts on account of all the characters in it being nuts.
When Hervey came out of the water he went up to dry himself at camp-fire. Everybody said it was too bad he fell into the water, and Mr. Alton (he’s one of the trustees) said that the window shutter of the cooking shack wasn’t a very good place to be sitting watching the sunset. Gee whiz, you never know just what that man means when he says something.
Brent said, “Accidents will happen.”
“Anyway the rest of the apple sauce was saved from a horrible death,” I said.
Now kind of on account of what happened that night, Hervey and Brent and Pee-wee and Warde Hollister and I sat together at camp-fire. We kind of made a little group by ourselves back from the crowd. It was darker back there, and we liked it better. That’s the way with Hervey, he always sprawls around away from the crowd.
I said, “I tell you a good kind of a hike—a spook hike; with Brent going ahead carrying the lamp. A hike in the pitch dark.”