“What do we want it for?” I said. “We’re having plenty of fun. We don’t need anything.” He just went on whittling and looked up kind of funny like, at Dorry. “How about you?” he asked. “You saw the picture first, and recognized him. Come in handy, that hundred, I dare say?” Dorry just said, “Nix.” “Bully for you,” Harry said, and he gave him a push in the chest. Didn’t I tell you I knew how he’d feel about it? “Well, then,” he said, “since you are the only ones who would have any claims, we’ll have to see what kind of a scout the Honorable Mr. Jib Jab is. I kind of like that fellow’s face——” “Don’t you go and ask him to go off to South Africa with you,” I said. Because I knew Harry Donnelle, all right. “We’ll just have to see if he’s game for a little conspiracy. I kind of think from that twinkle in his eye, that he will be. We’ll just have to lay the whole thing before him. We’ll tell him about Gaylong and the poor Church Mice and if he’s human——” “Sure he’s human!” I said. “Doesn’t he smoke cigarettes and jolly the freaks, and wink at us and all that? _Sure_ he’s human—he’s _especially human_!” CHAPTER XXVIII IN THE WOODS So you see it’s best to always think twice before you do a good turn. Don’t be in too much of a hurry about it. Because a good turn might go wild and cause a lot of trouble. You’ve got to take a good aim. As long as Jib Jab had told us we’d always be welcome, Harry said, it would be best for him and Dorry and I to wait till the show was over that night and then go in and make a call on him. So he told the fellows that we’d hang around in the woods for one more day and hike it for Newburgh in the morning. He said that would give us a chance to get some provisions in Kingston and to stalk in the mountains. They all liked the idea, only Brent Gaylong said his fellows didn’t have many eats and they didn’t want to be sponging on us. Harry said, “We’re all one family and I’m sick of this Silver Fox outfit, anyway. It’ll help to vary the monotony.” That was always the way he talked. In the afternoon I took a walk through the woods with Brent Gaylong and the little fellow he called Willie Wide-awake. He was a nice little fellow. He found a four-leaf clover and he said, “Maybe that will change our luck.” I said, “Maybe; you never can tell.” And, oh boy, didn’t I just laugh to myself. _You wait_, that’s what I said to myself.