“If you like it so much it’s a wonder you don’t go there,” Pee-wee shouted. “You’ve been going there all day and none of us are there yet. Pretty soon the smoke will die down and then what? You know yourself you can’t trust signboards or anything up here. We know that column of smoke is in the west because that’s where the sun went down and we know that Temple Camp is the only place that sends up a big column of smoke like that. Are you going to stop your nonsense and follow it or not?” “We don’t need the smoke,” Warde said. “See that roof right in line with the smoke? All we have to do is to follow the roof——” “We’ll climb over it,” Hervey said. “Let the smoke die down. What do we care?” Garry said. “The roof won’t die down; that’s a sure beacon.” All of a sudden Hervey jumped up. “Follow your leader,” he said. So off we started with little Willie Cook coming along behind and trying to keep up with us while we sang: 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. CHAPTER XXVII WE LOSE OUR BEARINGS The kid shouted, “Are you going straight to camp or not? Are there going to be any more detours?” “Not exactly detours,” Hervey said; “just a few small scallops to vary the monotony. We’re on our way home. We’re following the smoke and we’re headed straight for the cooking shack; follow your leader. The way I figure it out we ought to land on the stove.” “We ought to land in the zink,” Garry said. “The zink would do just as well, follow your leader,” Hervey said. “I’m aiming straight for the dishpan full of cookies. Have courage, follow your leader wherever he goes, don’t weaken or flunk or suggest or oppose——” Gee whiz, I can’t tell you of all the crazy things that fellow did, singing all the while. He swung into trees and went round and round them till we were all dizzy and didn’t know what we were singing. He kept going in and out around two trees till he had us all staggering and singing: Don’t ask where you’re opposed, But follow your nose wherever supposed; N’ snows n’ suppose wherever goes. “Wait a minute!” I shouted. “Where’s that roof? I don’t see it.” “It’s still there,” Hervey said. “Don’t start to whrrrever yr leader suppose in the toes when it starts to suppose.” “Be careful don’t stub and go flunking your nose,” Pee-wee shouted. “N’ flow—flow—yr—flunked—wrvr—goes,” poor little Willie Cook sang. “Have a heart,” I said. “Do you see the roof?” Garry asked. I just sank down to the ground. “I see forty-eleven roofs and eighty-nine col-ol-ol-ums of smoke—oke,” I told him. “We’re get—tet—ing there,” Hervey said. We all just sprawled on the ground for about ten minutes, dead to the world. “Sure, we’re nearly there,” I said.