“Don’t you suppose I know that?” I said.
“You know you’re crazy!” he screeched triumphantly.
“Absolutely,” I said. “That shows you’re wrong as usual when you say I don’t know anything.”
“Knowing you’re crazy isn’t knowing anything,” he screamed. “Do you call that logic?”
“Let up,” Brent started laughing. “Here’s a sign—School Go Slow.”
“A school?” I said. “Believe me, I’ll not only go slow, I’ll stop altogether. I’ll even go the other way.”
“Keep to the left,” Hervey said.
I guess by this time you’re beginning to see how crazy we are. No wonder the squirrels eat out of our hands. They think we’re nuts. I guess we ought to be called the Cuckoo Patrol.
CHAPTER XXIII
HUNTING FOR TROUBLE
But anyway this story isn’t all nonsense, and you’ll see it isn’t. And you’ll see that a tangled trail can be something else than just a crazy left-handed hike, too.