Gee, that fellow had us laughing all the time. I told him that if the
story wasn't about anything except just a hike, maybe it would be slow,
but he said it couldn't be slow if we went a hundred miles in one book.
He said more likely the book would be arrested for speeding. I should
worry. "Forty miles are as many as it's safe to go in one book," he said,
"and here we are rolling up a hundred. We'll bunk right into the back
cover of the book, that's what we'll do." Oh boy, you would laugh if you
heard that fellow talk. He's a big fellow; he's about twenty-five years
old, I guess.
"Believe _me_, I hope the book will have a good strong cover," I told him.
Then Will Dawson (he's the only one of us that has any sense), he said,
"If there are two hundred pages in the book, that means you've got to go
two miles on every page."
"Suppose a fellow should skip," I told him.
"Then that wouldn't be hiking, would it?" he said.
I said, "Maybe I'll write it scout pace."
"I often skip when I read a book, but I never go scout pace," Charlie
Seabury said.
"Well," I told him, "this is a different kind of a book.
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