“This isn’t Hallowe’en,” Warde said. “What was that stuff you were singing, Hervey, when we came across the lake to-night a little while before your——”
“Your mishap,” Brent said.
“That’s the word—mishap,” I said. “You took the word out of my mouth.”
“He didn’t take it out of your mouth at all,” Pee-wee said. “You just think it’s smart to say that.”
“No one could ever take anything out of your mouth, that’s one sure thing,” I told him. “What was that you were singing?” I asked Hervey.
“It goes with a hike,” Hervey said.
“Let it go,” Warde said. “You won’t catch me going.”
“Or me either,” our young hero piped up. “Not with Hervey Willetts. Not if it’s one of those follow-your-leader hikes.”
“This is different,” Hervey said. “The song explains it. It’s simple, all you have to do is turn to the left. Don’t pay any attention to the roads on the right, but turn into every road that goes to the left. And you’re sure to get there.”
“Where?” the kid hollered.