There sat Hervey and the Maniac, holding up the shaft, (at least what was left of it) and even then, as we bumped into a rock, the rest of it broke off. I had forgotten that I still held the water, until Pee-wee jumped up and threw the bottle from my hand. “Say, do you think I look as though I need a cold shower? I’m not afraid of water, but when it comes to people spilling it right and left, I object,” said Warde. “Gee, I only have a few drops left, a scout’s supposed not to waste anything, he——” I didn’t get a chance to say any more, for just then we heard a long drawn moan, as though someone was in agony, and we were just in the center of the hill, and couldn’t stop, or it would never have happened. Another jolt, something like a turn in the Virginia Reel in Palisade Park, and we were good for scrambled eggs. “W-w-what was that?” asked Pee-wee. “Only one of the wheels came off,” said Hervey. “Long as we don’t get hurt, we should worry if the whole thing comes apart.” I guess the buggy didn’t want to go without its wheel, for it headed towards a ditch, and each time the other wheels went around, it knocked us all over. Laugh, I thought I’d die. “Gosh, if it would only stop,” said one of the boys, “I’d like to get my breath again. This is great, but every time I get it, another jolt t-t-takes it aw-w-way again.” With a final bang, we hit the side of the hill, and went sprawling for the last time, gee, I was sorry. While we were lying there, undecided whether to get up or not, Pee-wee saved the day. “D-d-do you hear that?” fairly screamed Pee-wee. “Do you know what that is? If you don’t, _I_ do, and I’m going to answer it——” _It_ was the mess call, even if it took Pee-wee to hear it first, _we_ heard it now, and once more we dropped everything, for important things come first. And as usual, Hervey started it again. “Come on, fall in line,” he said, and “Follow Your Leader.”