CHAPTER XXII
OUR FAVORITE OUTDOOR SPORT
“Absolutely, positively, I’m going to get a soda the next place we come to,” Pee-wee shouted.
“I don’t blame you,” Warde said.
“The next place is Greenvale,” Brent said, “and absolutely, positively, we’re going to ’phone from there.”
“They’ll only tell us to come in, come in wherever we are,” Hervey said.
“No, they won’t either,” Brent told him. “You’d like to get yourself and this whole party in wrong with the management. What’s the good of doing that? All they want to know is where we are. I’ll ’phone; you leave it to me, it’ll be all right. Then we can take in the carnival at Greenvale. We can eat at the carnival.”
“Hunting for trouble,” Hervey said.
“You’re the one that’s always hunting for trouble,” Warde told him.
“I’m hunting for eats, I know that,” Pee-wee piped up.
“Is it possible?” I said.