“Where did you fellows come from?” Charlie Seabury called. “How did you get that car on a boat?” “You forget we have brains,” I shouted, “even if we do belong in the same patrol with you. We’re just going for a little sail; we’ll be back in a couple of months. How did you like the movies?” “Well—I’ll—be—jiggered!” Hunt Manners shouted, just staring at us. I said, “Oh, don’t be jiggered so early in the morning. We’re just making a strategic retreat from Cat-tail Marsh while the mosquitoes are having breakfast. You know what strategy is, don’t you? You’ve heard of that?” “We’re going across the ocean,” the inventor called. “They’ll bump into the bridge at Hanley’s Crossing,” I heard one of them say to another. “What do we care for a few bumps?” Will Dawson called. “Did you enjoy your sodas? So sorry we couldn’t join you, but our ship was sailing.” “That shows what you get for not taking my advice,” Pee-wee screamed at them. “You stick to me and you’ll have adventures. You said you were disgusted with this old car. Now you see! It’s good I didn’t go to Temple Camp with the Ravens. Now you see! Ya-ha, ya-ha!” “We can rave all right without the Ravens,” I said. “Where are you going?” Dorry Benton called. “Oh, we’re not particular,” I called back. “We’re going till we stop and then we won’t go any further. It’s so dull hanging around Bridgeboro. We should worry where we’re going.” “We don’t know where we’re going but we’re on our way,” Will shouted at them. “I’m captain,” the inventor shouted. By that time we had drifted past them and it was too far to call and they just stood there, gaping. It was awful funny to see them. They knew that we couldn’t get any further than Hanky’s Crossing because the tide was too high for us to go under the bridge there, and I knew they’d hike down there as fast as their legs would take them. Sure enough, they were there waiting for us when we came flopping along. And a lot of other people were there, too. Gee whiz, everybody had heard about us by that time. We floated right up against the bridge—bump. And then some men threw us a rope and we fastened it to the old barge and they pulled us ashore. Everybody stared at us like the natives stared at Columbus Ohio when he landed on San Salvador. We just walked ashore and I didn’t pay any attention to that bunch of quitters and I said, “This seems to be a nice place. We take possession of it in the name of the Boy Scouts of America. Are there any ice cream stores here?” “This is Hanley’s Crossing,” a little girl spoke up. I said, “It’s all right; wrap it up and we’ll take it home.” Oh, boy, some excitement! We told our story and you ought to have seen everybody stare, especially those five fellows. I guess they envied us, all right.