“Till doomsday,” I said.
“Till we find some way to turn to the left,” said Brent.
“One place is just as good as another, if not better,” I said; “anyway we’re sitting down.”
“There goes the dinner horn,” Hervey said.
“Let it go,” I said, “that’s more than we can do.”
“They’re going to have clam chowder too, to-day,” Pee-wee said.
“I hear you calling me,” Brent began singing.
“We’re a lot of fools,” Pee-wee said. “All we have to do is get up and hike around to dinner. This left-handed hike is nothing but a lot of nonsense anyway. It’s gone far enough.”
“Sure it has,” I said. “I don’t see it going any farther.”
So then Hervey began rocking the boat and singing that crazy stuff: