“And he’d better not show himself here again,” she said. “That’s all _I’ve_ got to say.” I said, “Hey girls, will you please have somebody come and turn this sign around so we can continue on our way? We have to catch a West Shore train at Catskill Landing and it leaves at ten-three.” “Well then, you’ve missed it already,” one of them said. “He means three ten,” Pee-wee shouted. “Well you can just sit there and starve,” one of the girls said. Then they started off in the Ford. I said, “I think this is serious. Maybe that sign won’t be turned around till next Sunday. By that time the train will probably have gone.” “We’d better consider what we’re going to do,” Will said. So then we started making poetry--it wasn’t so good. I said, “Beyond we cannot roam, And Dub he can’t go home.” Sandy said, “We’d like to hike some maw But we cannot break the law.” Will Dawson said, “The sign up there says STOP, And we’re waiting for the cop.” “Let’s start all over again,” I said. “As long as ten-three doesn’t come till night we might as well take it easy. Maybe the cop will come here in his sleep to-night. It’s nice and comfortable sitting here.” All of a sudden Pee-wee opened up. He said, “You’ll keep saying ten-three so much that you’ll really get to think so and we’ll no fooling miss the train for Dub and we won’t be able to get any ice creams--if we keep fooling like this.” I said, “That’s quite a good argument.” Pee-wee said, “You’ll live to regret it with all your fooling and wasting time here like this.” He was thinking about not having time for ice cream. After we had a good rest I grabbed the apple that Pee-wee was eating and I threw it at the word STOP and the thing turned around to the word GO. “That shows you how much resourcefulness a Silver Fox has,” I told them. “If I hadn’t thought about that we might have sat here till next Sunday. That was my idea.” “It was _my_ apple!” Pee-wee shouted. “Follow your leader,” I said. CHAPTER XXIX THE DISTANT WHISTLE So now you know the way we hike. Sometimes even it’s worse than that. Tom Slade (he’s camp assistant) says it’s best to have a destination when you start. But if you have a destination when you start, what’s the use of going anywhere? What’s the use of going to a destination if you’ve got one already? I should worry about the Handbook. But anyway you needn’t write to me to ask if you can go on one of my special crazy hikes next summer because already nine Scouts want to go. Even now I could tell you what kind of a one it’s going to be, only I won’t. You just wait. We got to Catskill half an hour before it was time for the train and we went to the Polar Ice Cream Parlor and had ice cream. I treated them to regular fifteen cent plates of ice cream, not cones. It says in there _Get a Polar cone_. _It’s a bear._ Believe me, the fifteen cent plates are elephants. That ice cream place is a branch of Temple Camp.