The Teenie Weenie captives view the fire-dance of the Wild Men.—Chapter Nine.
Chapter Seven
A SUSPENSION BRIDGE
The General fumed and fussed over the delay caused by the broken wheel.
“It’s just one thing after another,” he grumbled. “If it isn’t one thing it’s something else.”
“Well, General, it won’t do a bit of good to worry,” said Tess Bone, one of the Red Cross Nurses. “We’ll have to do the best we can and that’s all anybody can do—even a Teenie Weenie can’t do more.”
“Of course, of course,” answered the General, as he paced up and down before his tiny tent. “I know it doesn’t do a bit of good to worry, but we must hurry if we ever expect to rescue the Lady of Fashion and the Poet.”
The anxious General had the army up before daylight the next morning. They ate a hurried breakfast and were well on the way before the sun came up. In fact, the Dunce marched nearly an hour before he was fully awake.
The big rain of the day before had left many puddles along the way and the little army often had to splash through them.