“That’s a very good idea,” I told him.
“I’m half starved, I know that,” he shouted.
“I never knew you to be anything else,” Warde said.
As long as there wasn’t any path to the left along the trail around the lake we decided that we would follow Sandwich and call that a trail. Because if we hadn’t done that we would have just kept on going round and round the lake forever—even longer maybe. We would have gone on to eternity, that’s what Brent said.
“I’d rather go there than no place,” I told him.
“If we don’t strike eternity the first time around how do you expect to find it the second time around?” Hervey asked.
“We should worry,” I said; “we’re on the right road now, we’re going to bunk right into the lake.”
Well, the next thing we knew there we were right at the edge of the lake. Across the water we could see Temple Camp and we could see the smoke curling up from the cooking shack and we knew they were cooking dinner over there.
“Now you see,” said Pee-wee, very sore like, “they’re cooking dinner; they’re going to have sausages.”
“If the wind would only blow this way we could inhale our dinners,” Warde said.