Everybody was laughing as we went through Cabin Lane, Pee-wee coming along behind trying to keep up with us. He was sore but he wouldn’t drop out because he’s not a quitter, I’ll say that much for him. When we came the second time to the outlet, Hervey made a good jump over it. The rest of us followed, and Pee-wee went kerflop into the water again. He climbed out shouting, “_This is the last time I’m going around!_ Do you think I’m going to keep walking around this lake all day?” [Illustration: PEE-WEE CLIMBED OUT, SHOUTING, “THIS IS THE LAST TIME!”] “Think of Columbus,” Brent said. “He didn’t turn back, he kept on going, he sailed on and on and on——” “That’s all right because he didn’t know where he was going,” Pee-wee panted. “All right then, we’re smarter than he was because we know where we’re going,” Warde said. “He kept going around,” Brent said. “That’s why they named Columbus Circle after him.” “Pee-wee is so dumb he thinks Columbus’ last name is Ohio,” I said. Hervey didn’t say anything, just kept marching along; gee whiz, it was funny. I don’t know how long we would have kept it up because that fellow is crazy enough to do anything. Pee-wee started screaming, “How long are we going to keep this up? I said I’d go on a left-handed hike, and I meant I’d follow a trail that goes to some different place. What’s the use of doing this? _Where is it going to get us?_” Brent said, “This isn’t the kind of a trail that takes you to one place one time and another place another time. It’s a trail you can depend on.” “Sure, it can be trusted,” I said. Gee whiz, I guess we’d be marching around Black Lake yet if it wasn’t for Sandwich. He discovered a trail to the left. It was right across the lake from the camp. We were about half-way along the opposite side of the lake when Sandwich started sniffing the ground, and then he began dancing around as if school had just closed. All of a sudden he started sniffing along slantingways down toward the lake; you’ll see just how if you look at the dotted line on the map. “It’s a path!” Pee-wee shouted. “It goes to the left and we have to follow it.” “I bet it goes into the lake,” Warde said. “Then what will we do?” I asked him. “We’ll have to walk into the lake and swim to the left,” Brent said. “Pee-wee couldn’t be any wetter than he is already.” “I’m not going to walk into the lake!” the kid shouted. “That’s one thing I won’t do. I’m good and wet, and I’m good and hungry. I got wet twice and I haven’t eaten once and it’s near noontime and it’s all on account of you and your crazy hike. If I have to be a lunatic I’m going to be a dry one!” “That’s a very good idea,” I told him. “I’m half starved, I know that,” he shouted. “I never knew you to be anything else,” Warde said.