The trustees wanted us to call the garage Good Turn Cabin, but we wouldn’t do it because we wanted to call it Funny-bone Shack. And it’s our shack, it belongs to the outlaws, or the vagabonds, or the funny-bone hikers, or whatever you want to call us—we don’t care. And every summer we let some poor troop go up there and stay in it. And it’s all on account of that crazy song. So now I’m going to bed, because I’m going to play tennis to-morrow and I’ve got to mow the lawn early in the morning, because my sister’s going to have a lawn party in the afternoon and she’s going to have icing cake and I’m going to be there. Now when you finish reading all this crazy stuff if it makes you so you can’t get to sleep and you keep lying awake, just begin saying to yourself: 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. 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, And follow your leader wherever he goes. Don’t quit or complain at the stunts that he shows, Don’t ask to go home if it rains or it blows; Don’t start to ask questions, or hint, or propose, But follow your leader wherever he goes! And the first thing you know you’ll wake up and find yourself fast asleep and you can thank Hervey Willetts. CHAPTER THE LAST Now as long as that hike was so crazy, on account of us all being crazy, we decided that it was best to call our remodeled garage the “Good Turn Cabin.” In about four hours and forty-two minutes, those Columbus scouts were almost as crazy as we were, or rather are. “Say, fellows, let’s go over to the ‘Good Turn,’ and show the boys this wild country!” said I. “Suits me,” said Hervey. “Let’s serenade them,” said Pee-wee. “Sere what?” asked Westy. “Oh you know what I mean,” said Pee-wee. “Is it a new kind of drink?” asked Warde. By this time we had almost reached the campus of the “Good Turn.” I said, “Hello, there, everybody happy?” “I’ll say so,” said a chorus of voices. “Ladies and gentlemen,” said I, “we’re here——” “Because we’re here,” finished the Columbus scouts. “Right,” said I. “We’re here because we’re here, but that’s not all. Pee-wee wants to give you some serenade, or something like that.” “What kind of ade?” asked one of the boys. “If it’s something like lemonade, you’re welcome.” “You think you’re so smart,” said Pee-wee. “Are you going to stand here like a couple of dunces, or are we going to show these boys what we know about this part of the mountains?” “Pee-wee’s right,” said Warde. “Roy, do your bit.”