After a little while Scout Harris sat up and set up a howl. “What’s the matter now?” I asked him. “The smoke! The smoke!” he shouted. “It isn’t in line with the roof any more! Look!” I sat up and looked. “Temple Camp has moved away or something,” he yelled. I said, “That’s very funny, the smoke must be blowing.” “You’re crazy,” he said, all excited. “You can see the chimney even, and the roof isn’t in line with it!” I said, “All right, don’t call me crazy, call the smoke crazy. I didn’t do it, did I?” “Just the same that’s mighty funny,” Warde said. “Sure,” I said; “if it wasn’t funny it wouldn’t be here.” “Don’t get rattled,” Hervey said, “_we’re_ here; we’re just where we were. Don’t lose your morale.” “I lost my potatoes,” Willie Cook piped up. “Pee-wee’s eating one of them,” I said. There sat Scout Harris, with black all around his mouth, munching a roasted potato and staring off to the west with eyes as big as saucers. I have to admit it was funny. When we had first seen that roof it was between us and the smoke from camp, maybe half-way. It seemed as if it might be on the road at the western edge of the woods. Across that road were more woods and in those farther woods was the camp. Now the smoke was rising to the _left_ of the roof. It might have been partly on account of the smoke blowing and partly on account of our being dizzy, that’s what I thought. So I said, “We should worry. I’ve been to Temple Camp every summer for several years and it’s always stayed in the same place. It’s not like we are. All we’ve lost are our bearings and one potato. That roof is in a bee-line with Temple Camp. When we get to the road where the house is I know the way to camp all right without any smoke beacons. There’s a trail through the farther woods. Let the smoke die. What do we care? The boy scouts will live forever. Let’s take a good rest and sort of get sobered up so we’re not seeing things and then let’s make a bee-line for that house. If Hervey will lead us to that house I’ll lead the party to camp from there.” “Come on, follow your leader,” Hervey said. And with that he rolled over and laid his head on his arm. All the rest of us did the same and pretty soon we were fast asleep. No wonder. CHAPTER XXVIII WE ARE DEAD TO THE WORLD Now in this chapter we are all asleep so nothing happens. If anything happened I don’t know about it. Anyway I’m not to blame for what the landscape does. I never had any use for geography, anyway; I never trusted it. And I’ll never trust it again as long as it lives. So that’s why this chapter is so short, because we’re all asleep. CHAPTER XXIX WE WAKE UP