“Maybe we’ll strike a farmhouse,” Bert said. Hervey said, “I know a better idea than that. What time is it?” “Two o’clock,” I told him. He said, “Good, I thought it was later. Do you like fish?” “How many fish?” Pee-wee wanted to know. “Oh just about,” Hervey said. “If you’re asking me,” I told him, “I could even eat some fish-hooks I’m so hungry. I could eat a whole school of fish.” “I could eat a whole university of them,” Garry said. “Do you like them fried?” Hervey asked us. “_M-m-m-mm_,” I said; “I can just hear them sizzling now. Lead me to them.” He said, “We’ll have to wait for them. Let’s hang out on the bridge and pretty soon the fishing boat will come along; it always comes up from the Hudson about this time. I know the men on that boat, I’ve been out fishing with them. They’ll give us a couple of fish and we can cook them. You leave it to me, I’ll fix it.” “What kind of fish do they catch?” Pee-wee wanted to know. “Smoked herring and salt codfish and canned salmon,” I told him, “and whales.” “I could eat a whole whale,” he said. “Sometimes they catch fish-balls,” Hervey said. “Fish-balls or footballs or baseballs or masquerade balls, I don’t care, I could eat anything,” I said. So then Hervey led the way along the turnpike till we came to the bridge across the creek. That creek is pretty wide and it empties into the Hudson. We were feeling all cheered-up on account of the chance of getting something to eat and we marched along shouting: Don’t quit or complain at the stunts that he shows, Don’t ask to go home if it rains or it snows; Don’t start to ask questions, or hint, or propose, But follow your leader wherever he goes. Then Hervey started shouting: We’re going to have our wish, We’re going to get some fish. Then Pee-wee began yelling: I’m so hungry that I’m pale, And I’d like to eat a whale. Gee whiz, just as I told you, we were all crazy, especially Hervey Willetts; he was even crazier than I was and I was the craziest one there next to Bert and Warde and Garry. But one thing I’ll say for Hervey, he knows every place for miles around Temple Camp, and he knows everybody too, farmers and all. In about five minutes we came to the bridge that the turnpike goes over. That bridge is a drawbridge and the creek under it is wide and deep and you can catch fish there only for one thing and that is that there aren’t any. There’s a big lever to turn the bridge around with. “Let’s turn it around,” Hervey said. “We’ve had enough turning around,” the kid shouted. “I’m not going to follow my leader any more till he starts eating fish.” “Oh very well,” Hervey said, “I was just going to give you a free ride.” “A free seat is good enough for me,” the kid said. “I second the motion,” Warde said.