Roy Blakeley's roundabout hikeFitzhugh, Percy Keese
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Roy Blakeley's roundabout hike
Fitzhugh, Percy Keese
Adventure stories; Boy Scouts of America -- Juvenile fiction; Hiking -- Juvenile fiction
I said to them, “Here’s where we have to be careful--follow your leader.
Use your ears so you won’t go down too fast.” I grabbed hold of my two
ears and held them out so the wind would catch them and hold us
back--that’s what I told the other fellows. They all did just like I
did. Some parade!
Down at the foot of the hill were a couple of girls sitting in a Ford
and they started laughing at us. One of them said, “What are you holding
your ears for? You look too silly!”
“To go slow down the hill,” I said. “There’s a sign up there that says
we should use our ears.”
“It means _gears_,” she said. “Somebody scratched out the G. You’re too
ridiculous!”
“How did we know that?” Will asked her. “We’re Boy Scouts and we obey
the law. When we see a sign we obey it.”
She said, “Well, Mr. Show-off, since you’re so obedient, there’s a sign
right across the road there that says STOP.”
“Then we have to stop,” I told her. “Boy Scouts are supposed to obey the
law.”
It was one of those things that had STOP and GO printed on it but I
guess the cop was never there except on Sundays. Anyway I don’t see why
they have that village there on week days. Nobody ever goes through it
except on Sundays. If they stood it off the road it would be out of the
way.
“Follow your leader,” I said. So then I sat down alongside the road and
the other four fellows did just the same. We all sat in a row. We were
right opposite the car with the girls.
One of the girls said to the other one, “Did you ever see anything so
_absurd_?”
Sandy said, “Go ahead, laugh. We’re not ashamed to obey the law. The
sign says stop.”
The girl said, “It isn’t for pedestrians, _silly_!”
“Will you let her call you that?” I said to Pee-wee.
“Do you call us pedestrians?” he shouted.
“I call you lunatics,” she said.
“Right the first time,” I told her. “And you needn’t make fun of us
because we won’t go. I’ve seen lots of Fords that won’t go, and I don’t
mean maybe, perhaps.”
“He thinks pedestrian is an epithet,” one of the girls said. “Did you
ever know anything so _perfectly crushing_?”
[Illustration: “HE THINKS PEDESTRIAN IS AN EPITHET,” ONE OF THE GIRLS SAID.]
“Sure, didn’t you ever see a stone-crusher?” I said.
She said, “I’d just like to know how long you’re going to stay there.”
“We’re going to stay here till it says GO,” I told her.
She said, “You must have _oceans_ of time to spare.”
“Sure,” I said, “do you want some of it?”
Sandy called over to them and said, “Will you please tell us how much
time we’ve got?”
One of the girls said, “I hope you have more time than you have brains.
I don’t even know where you’re going. What town do you want?”
“What ones have you got?” I asked her.
“She’s handing out towns,” Will said.
“And I’ll tell you another thing,” she said, “It was one of the boys
from that big camp who mutilated that sign, and he wears a funny hat.”
“Hervey Willetts,” I whispered to Will.
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