Then Warde said, kind of sober like, “There isn’t anything to prevent. They haven’t got even a tent left at camp and that’s the only reason they can’t have you stay. Do you think we don’t know what we’re talking about when we say it would be all right? The camp people will say it was a good turn, so why should you prevent us from doing it? We’d like to end the day up with a good turn, because it’s been a kind of a funny day and we’ve been away from camp ever since morning. It’ll make a kind of a good ending if you’ll only help us out.” “The end of a crazy day,” I said. The scoutmaster just said, “You don’t forget your good turns when you’re crazy, do you?” “Crazy good turns,” I said. “What’s the difference?” “No difference,” the scoutmaster said. “It’s all a part of the game,” Warde said; “good turns and all. We jumble everything all up together.” “That’s a good way,” the scoutmaster said. Gee, those scouts just kept looking at their scoutmaster, waiting, anxious like. And all the while Hervey, with his hat on the side of his head, sat straddling the peak of the garage, humming: Don’t start to go back if it freezes or snows, Don’t weaken or flunk or suggest or oppose; _Your job is to follow and not to suppose_. He said that last line good and loud. Then, all of a sudden, that scoutmaster said, “Well, scouts, I wish everyone were crazy in the same way you are. If our job is to follow and not to suppose, lead on, and we’ll follow. We’ll take a chance and follow our leader——” “That’s me,” said Hervey Willetts, and down he came, sliding off the slanting roof of the garage. Oh boy, you should have seen those new scouts look at him. CHAPTER XXXIV WE START THE PARADE “Let’s form a parade with the garage for a float,” Bert shouted; “Hervey will lead the way, next will come the funny-bone division with all the veterans, next will come the portable garage with Willie Cook sitting on top, and behind that will march the new troop.” “Only remember that the garage can’t climb up trees,” I said to Hervey. “You leave it to me,” Hervey said. “And Darby Curren and the scoutmaster and Mr. Goobenhoff can sit on the driver’s seat,” Warde said. The scoutmaster said, “Well, as long as we’ve all joined hands in this doubtful enterprise and agreed to stand and fall together, we may as well know each other. My name is Warren and these scouts form the First Troop of Columbus. Columbus is proud of her scouts.” “Columbus was a man,” Pee-wee shouted. “He discovered Columbus Avenue,” I said. “He used to hang out in Columbus Circle near Central Park.” “Don’t you believe him, he’s crazy,” Pee-wee shouted. “You’re all wrong,” Garry piped up, “Columbus was named after Christopher Street, he was named after the Christopher Street Ferry. These fellows with me don’t know anything about history.” “We make a specialty of geography,” I said.