“Come on, keep moving,” Hervey said; “make it snappy.”
“What do you mean, snappy?” the kid screamed. “Do you think I’m going to keep on getting wet every time just because the rest of you are lunatics?” He looked awful funny coming along after us sputtering and shouting, with his scout suit all wet.
“United we stand, divided we sprawl,” I told him. “Hervey’s leading; if he doesn’t use a board the rest of us can’t.”
“Sprawl is the word,” said Brent.
“We’re not responsible for the length of your legs,” I told the kid. “If you want to be a quitter and drop out when we get around to camp, all right. We’re on a left-handed hike and our hike flower is the daffodil and our slogan is Keep going to the left and if we don’t get anywhere we’re not to blame; geography is to blame, and I never had any use for geography anyway.”
“We’ll get dizzy and go staggering into the lake, that’s what we’ll do,” the kid yelled.
“All right,” I said, “drop in or drop out, we don’t care which you do, only keep still. Can’t you see we’re busy hiking?”
CHAPTER VIII
FOILED AGAIN
You’ll see how it was if you look at the map. After a little while we came around to the camp again and into Cabin Lane. A lot of scouts were sitting on the porch of Main Pavilion laughing at us. But what cared we, quoth I.
“Didn’t you find any path to the left?” one of them shouted.