So then Hervey sang that crazy song again, lying on his back and kicking that crazy hat of his from one foot to the other. Here it is because, gee whiz, I’ll never forget it: “When you go on a hike just you mind what I say, The right way to go is the opposite way. If you come to a cross-road don’t make a mistake, Choose a road, and the _other’s_ the one you should take. Don’t bother with sign boards but follow this song, If you start on the right road you’re sure to go wrong. You can go on your feet, you can go on a bike, But the right way is wrong when you start on a hike.” Brent said in that funny, drawly way he has, “I rather like that song. It hasn’t any object.” “It hasn’t any subject or predicate either,” I said. “All the injunctions are qualified by the propositions.” “You mean _con_junctions and _pre_positions,” Pee-wee yelled. “That shows how much you know about grammar.” “It’s the geography of the song that I like,” Brent said. “I’d like to go there.” “Where?” the kid asked. “To the left,” Brent said. “I’ve heard there’s a lot of fun there.” He was lying on his back looking right up into the sky, and his hands were clasped behind his head. He seemed awful funny—sober like. “Well, you can bet I’m not going there,” Pee-wee said. “Well, that’s one good thing about the place anyway,” I told him. “If what you say is true there ought to be a lot of fun there.” “If what did I say is true?” the kid shouted. “That you’re not going there,” I said. “How can I not go to a place when I don’t know where it is?” he yelled. “That’s the right question to the answer,” I said. “I say, we five start to-morrow morning. It won’t take us long because if we don’t know where we’re going we ought to be back by some time or other.” “Oh, long before that,” said Brent. “You’re all crazy!” Pee-wee yelled. “Now you’re talking sense,” I said. CHAPTER VI WE START So the next morning the five of us started out. We were a kind of a rainbow patrol because we belonged to different troops. But anyway we were all scouts—especially Hervey Willetts, because he’s an out-and-out scout on account of being out all the time. The only one of us that was normal was Warde; he’s so normal that he’s going to the State Normal School, only when he’s with us he’s crazy because it’s catching. The first trouble we had just before we started was really just after we started, because when we passed Commissary Shack we were going to stop and have them put us up a lunch, but Hervey said we were on the path to the main road and Commissary Shack was on our right, and we had no right to stop there. “We haven’t started yet,” Pee-wee shouted. “We don’t start till we get to the road; we’re still in camp!”