“Because you just made a fatal move,” Brent said. “In walking around examining the boat you passed to the north of the indistinct trail that Sandwich followed. And we, like fools, followed you. We are now facing south as we stand here. Our honor prevents us from turning around. Behold, Scout Harris, the little trail which brought us to the shore is now on our right instead of on our left. We cannot follow it back to the main trail.
“You, and you alone, have been our undoing! We cannot move from this spot except by entering the lake which is on our left, and the boat is chained. We are marooned in fetters. We can neither hike nor row. All we can do is sniff. And this is your work!”
CHAPTER IX
THE SOUND OF MERRY LAUGHTER
(My Sister Wrote That Heading)
“Now I know you’re crazy!” Pee-wee yelled. “The path back to the main trail is on our right,” Brent said. “We must shun it. Our honor is at stake.”
“Don’t talk about steaks,” Warde said.
“You’re a lot of nuts, that’s what you are!” Pee-wee yelled.
“Don’t remind me of nuts,” I said. “Our Cook’s Tour has come to an end within sniffing distance of food. And you are to blame!”
“Please don’t use the word cook,” Warde said.
“It shows where one false step may lead,” Brent said, very solemn-like.