It was pretty dark and spooky along Fox Trail; it runs through the woods. It isn’t a regular road at all. That took us into the trail around the lake again; you’ll see where if you look at the map. And that trail took us into Cabin Lane right near the Main Pavilion. And there we were back at camp again. If it hadn’t been for Sandwich we might have been hiking around the lake yet and we might have starved just going round in a circle and that’s why I have so much respect for sandwiches, because they remind me of the little dog that saved our lives, especially tongue sandwiches. There was only one light in camp and that was in Administration Shack. I thought it was funny because mostly there isn’t any light at all late at night. The lake looked awful black and the reflection of the light in Administration Shack showed away off on the water. It seemed like two lights. We went hiking up the porch of Administration Shack as bold as could be, with Hervey singing that crazy song: “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.” Around he marched to the door singing a lot of other crazy stuff he knew that goes like this: For up to twelve o’clock it’s late, Yes, up to twelve o’clock it’s late; It’s very late, It’s very late; Observed his father, surly. So I’ll stay out till after one, Oh, I’ll stay out till after one, Replied his very wise young son; For after one it’s early. In we went, pell-mell, and there was Mr. Arnoldson (he’s a resident trustee) sitting at the table reading a magazine. He just laid it down and looked at us and said very sober, “Well, what’s the big idea?” I could see something was wrong; I knew he had been sitting up waiting for us. “We’ve been to the carnival in Greenvale,” Brent said. “Some crazy day we’ve had.” Mr. Arnoldson just said, “Hmph. Your idea, Willetts?” “Why pick on me,” Hervey said. “I guess we were all equally crazy,” Brent laughed. Mr. Arnoldson said, “Well, I suppose you’re all equally reprehensible then. You scouts know the rules of this camp, don’t you? You know you’re supposed to be here at supper and afterward unless you have special permission to be away. Who gave you permission?” Brent just said, kind of surprised, “Why, I thought it would be all right if we ’phoned. You said so yourself once.”