Hervey said, “The best way to find out which way to go is to spin the car around and call the coupling the arrow-head and go whichever way that points.” “You’re crazy,” Pee-wee shouted. “Will you talk sense and let’s start for camp? We’ve been starting for camp all morning.” “That’s the right way to do,” I told him; “have a lot of different starts and if you can’t use one you can use another. Didn’t you ever hear of having two strings to your bow? A scout should never try to go anywhere without having two or three extra starts.” Just then Hervey and Bert and Garry started moving the turntable around and, _good night_, you should have seen Pee-wee stare. All of a sudden he went up like a sky rocket. “Now I know what you did!” he yelled. “You turned this around while I was asleep—you can’t deny it. You made the right direction the wrong one!” I said, “The right direction is just as much right now as it ever was. You can’t blame us.” “You’re all crazy!” he screamed. “Are we going to go home to camp and get something to eat or not? Do you think I’m going to starve?” “Not while you’re conscious,” I said. “Would you like to lead the way foodward or shall we elect another leader? What say we all? Shall Pee-wee lead us to the promised land or not? Answer, _not_. You’re rejected by a large plurality.” “Let Garry try it,” Hervey said. “Warde’s all right only he has too much sense.” So that time we started in the right direction, following the old tracks toward the turnpike, with Garry leading us. We kept singing _Follow your leader_ just the same as before. CHAPTER XI WE WAIT FOR THE BOAT Now this is the chapter where we’re all so hungry. It’s dedicated to Hoover. The name of it was “The Famine” only I decided to use another name. But believe me, in this chapter we’re hungrier than war-torn Europe. All that morning we had been marching around the country singing those crazy rhymes and we were having so much fun that we didn’t realize it was past dinner-time. All we had had was one bite of chocolate each except the two bites that Pee-wee took. Seven bites isn’t much for six scouts. Pretty soon we came out into the turnpike and then we knew the way back to camp. It was a pretty long hike but we knew the way. All we had to do was to follow the turnpike south till we came to the blackberry road and that would take us into the road to camp. I said, “I hope the camp is still there.” Warde said, “If we get back in time for supper we’ll be lucky.” “How about lunch?” Pee-wee wanted to know. “Nothing about it,” I said; “it just isn’t.” “Do you think I’m going to walk ten miles with nothing to eat?” he shot back. “You call this a funny-bone hike, it’s a famine hike, that’s what it is. They’ll find our skeletons some day marching around through these woods——” “Following our leader,” I said. “That’ll be a funny-bone parade,” Garry said. “It’ll be a bone parade all right,” I told him.