“Are you all willing to play the game right?” Hervey wanted to know. “Anything you say,” I told him; “we’re prepared for the worst.” “You needn’t think I’m going without supper and breakfast,” the kid said. Hervey just lay there on his back putting his hat onto his foot and trying to kick it onto his head. “Are we supposed to do that?” I asked him. He said, “This is intermission, this is lunch hour. But when I jump up and say, ‘Scrhlmxmi’——” “What?” Pee-wee yelled. “It’s a Greek word, it means ‘we should worry,’” I said. Hervey said, “I’ll tell you how it is if you want to play the game right. You’re supposed to follow your leader in _everything_. If he laughs, you must laugh; if he keeps still, you must keep still; if he has a headache, you must have a headache.” “Do you think I’m going to have a headache just to please you?” Pee-wee shouted in his face. “How about toothaches, and—and—appendicitis—and——” “Follow your leader,” Hervey said. “Yes, and where will we be at supper-time?” the kid wanted to know. “There’s another verse that goes with that game,” Hervey said. Then he began singing all the while trying to balance a stick on his nose while he was lying on the ground. Gee whiz, I had to laugh, he looked so funny. This was the song: On a funny-bone hike you don’t get in a rut, The best kind of leader is one that’s a nut; Just keep your feet moving and keep your mouth shut, And the shortest way home is to take a long cut. And go north, And go south; And go east, And go west; The wrong way to get there is always the best. CHAPTER XX WE MAKE A PROMISE After we were all rested, all of a sudden Hervey jumped up and started off, the rest of us after him singing _Follow your leader wherever he goes_. For a while he kept singing and we all kept singing. Sometimes he would go zigzag on the road and we all did the same. For a little way he held one of his legs in his hand and hopped till he fell on the ground and the rest of us fell all over him. He did all kinds of crazy things and whatever he said we said it after him. Pretty soon he turned off the turnpike into another road. “The wrong way to get there is always the best,” he said. “The wrong way to get there is always the best,” I said. All of us said the same sentence. Gee whiz, it sounded crazy. Pretty soon we met a farmer and Hervey he said, “Hey, mister, can you tell us the wrong way to the scout camp?” I said, “Hey, mister, can you tell us the wrong way to the scout camp?” Bert said, “Hey, mister, can you tell us the wrong way to the scout camp?” The others said the same and the man looked at us as if he thought we were lunatics. “You’re going the wrong way now,” he said. “Thanks very much,” Hervey said, and off he started again.