“Sure, they come in handy,” I told him. “And patent, adjustable destinations are the best kind. Look at Columbus how he started for Asia and bunked into the West Indies—he should worry. We’re like him only different.” So then we waited for Pee-wee. He always takes longer at breakfast than anybody else, because he has three helpings of oatmeal. By the time he finishes they have the boards all cleared. Pretty soon he came out. Brent and Hervey and I were sitting on the lowest step of the pavilion porch waiting for him. Brent looked at him very solemn over his spectacles and said: “Sir Harris, we’re organizing an enterprise to go on a dangerous exploring expedition. Warde is going stalking so he can’t join us. Would you care to join your comrades of yesterday in a most interesting quest? We’re going straight to the point.” “What point?” Pee-wee wanted to know. “Ah, that’s the question,” Brent said. “What d’you mean, the question?” the kid shouted. “The point in the railroad tracks,” Brent said. “We think it’s about a mile or two off, but we can’t say. You’ve noticed how the West Shore tracks come together away up the line—to a point? Do you realize what that means? The terrible danger to trains at that spot? When a train reaches a place where the two rails come together, what happens to the train? It’s terrible even to think of. We’re going to follow the West Shore tracks north till we come to that spot and then write a report about it. We’re going to see if we can’t have it remedied. It’s our duty as boy scouts to save life. Will you join us?” “Now I know you’re all crazy!” Pee-wee shouted. “We knew that yesterday,” I told him. “No wonder Warde won’t go,” he said; “anyway, he’s got a _little_ sense since yesterday. Gee whiz, any one that doesn’t know there’s no end to a circle——” “Now we know,” I said, “but we had to find out. Now we know it’s not safe to go around much. So we’ve decided to go straight after this, haven’t we, Brent?” “Always,” Brent said; “we’ve learned our lesson.” Pee-wee shouted, “Yes, and I’ve learned mine too, and I’m not going to go.” “Can we depend on that?” Brent said. “I heard a cow was run over at that spot the other day and the neighborhood is filled with chipped beef. Would that interest you?” “Are we going to be back for supper?” Pee-wee wanted to know. “Yes and no,” Brent said. “Do you call that an answer?” the kid shouted. “It’s two answers,” Brent said. “What more do you want?” “If you weren’t such crazy, insane lunatics,” Pee-wee shouted, “you’d know that the reason the tracks kind of go together is because on account of perspective.” I said, “Tell us all about that. Is it the climate?” “No, it isn’t the climate,” he shouted. “They don’t really do it and that’s the cause of it. The nearer you get to it the further away it is because it isn’t anyway, only it seems so—gee whiz.”