“He means gingersnaps,” Pee-wee shouted; “let’s buy some.” “A voice from the Animal Cracker Patrol,” Warde Hollister said; “here’s a couple of fish-hooks, and a package of tacks, eat those.” “Put some ginger in what?” I asked Hervey. “I’d just as soon fill it up with ginger, only what?” “The hike back,” he said. “Let’s start something.” Already that fellow was suffering from remorse because he had sat quietly for half an hour or so in the bus. I said, “If I knew of volcanoes or wild animals on the way back I’d lead you to them, but the only wild animal I know of around here is the mascot of the animal patrol.” “Let’s play Follow Your Leader,” Hervey said. “Not while we’re conscious,” Garry Everson spoke up; “not if you’re going to be the leader. I have to be home by Christmas.” Bert Winton said, “I’m sorry, but school opens in a few weeks. Nothing doing.” “I’ll follow you!” our little Animal Cracker shouted; “I don’t have to be home Christmas. I don’t have to be home till my birthday and that doesn’t come for four years because I was born in leap year.” “Now we know why you’re so slow growing up,” Warde said. “You’re a lot of tin horn sports!” Pee-wee shouted. “I’m game,” I said. “I’ll die for the cause if anybody else will.” Hervey said, “Listen.” Then he said, kind of sing-songy, so it made me want to walk: Don’t ask where you’re headed for nobody knows, Just keep your eyes open and follow your nose; Be careful, don’t trip and go stubbing your toes, But follow your leader wherever he goes. Oh, boy, that started us off. We were like horses when they hear a brass band. Hervey gave me a shove and said, “Go ahead, start off, you’re the only patrol leader here, it’s up to you.” “It’s your game,” I said. “Go ahead, lead,” he began laughing, “and let’s keep it up till we get to Temple Camp. It’s no fun if you flunk.” That was just like him, he didn’t care who led as long as he was moving. That fellow goes off in the woods a lot by himself and he doesn’t care anything about merit badges himself. He’s a funny kind of a scout but he’s awful generous. He can’t keep still, that’s one thing about him. Most scouts are always trying for things but all he cares about is action—he eats it alive.