“You’re more like a speedometer,” I said. “What do you want my watch for?” “Can’t you guess?” he said. “What do you want his watch for?” Pee-wee shouted, his mouth all the while full of gumdrops. “To find out what time it is,” Hervey said. “It’s just exactly four o’clock,” I told him. “All hold up your hands,” he said. “Have the watch hold up its hands too. We’re going to play this game right.” He said, “Not one of us is going to speak another word till we see Temple Camp. When we see it I will be the first one to speak.” “I’ll be the next,” Pee-wee shouted. Hervey said, “The first one to speak before I do agrees to stand in front of the bulletin board at camp to-morrow with a sign on him saying I AM A QUITTER AND A FLUNKER, and if I speak before I see Temple Camp I’ll do the same. How about it? Do you agree?” “Posilutely,” I said. “Silence is my favorite outdoor sport.” “Put me down,” Warde said; “I’m playing the game.” “I’ll be just as if I were asleep,” Garry said. “I talk in my sleep,” Pee-wee piped up. “Not one word till we see Temple Camp,” Hervey said; “how about it.” “I’ll die for the cause,” Bert said. Hervey said, “All right then; _ready_——” “Wait a minute,” Pee-wee said. “Wait till I think if there’s anything I want to say before I shut up.” “Say it and forever after hold your peace,” I said. “What’s your last word?” Garry asked him. “My last word is that I’m hungry,” the kid shouted. “All right, shut up, everybody,” Hervey said, “and “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.” After that you couldn’t hear a sound. CHAPTER XXI WE KEEP STILL Now in this chapter not a single word is spoken. I bet you’ll say, “Thank goodness for that.” My sister said this will be the best chapter of the whole book because all of us keep still. I should worry about her. One thing, I’m glad on account of not having to use any quotation marks—I hate those things. But anyway just because our tongues weren’t going that doesn’t mean our feet weren’t going. And I’ll tell you this much, something terrible is going to happen. Believe me, there are worse things than talking. Maybe it’s all right to keep still, but it got us in a lot of trouble and I’m never going to keep still again as long as I live. Pee-wee says he isn’t either. Hervey says it’s actions that count, but words are all right—I like words.