“You better go back,” I said, because I know he doesn’t think much about not paying any attention to trustees and people like that.
“Within where?” he called out.
“Within the next six or seven hours,” the scout shouted.
“No sooner said than stung,” I told Hervey.
That fellow’s always afraid he’ll be called down as many times as I get called up, because I know a girl in Catskill—that’s about ten miles from camp—and she’s all the time calling me up to go and play basket-ball. Pee-wee has no use for basket-ball, but he’s crazy about basket lunches.
So long, I’ve got to go to scout meeting now. When I get home I’m going to start chapter seven. And when you start reading it you want to look out not to get too near the edge, because there’s all water in that chapter. It’s kind of like a lake surrounded by a chapter—you’ll see.
CHAPTER VII
THE FALL OF SCOUT HARRIS
Now this is the way we started. We went through Cabin Lane (that’s part of Temple Camp) and passed Commissary Shack and turned into the first path to the left and that’s West Trail, and it goes around the lake through the woods.
Pee-wee said, “Now it shows how crazy you all are because this trail will bring us right back to where we started, and if we start again we’ll only do the same thing over again, and we might just as well try to get somewhere on a merry-go-round.”
“That’s a very good idea,” I told him; “a merry-go-round hike, I never thought of that.”