Sit down, Bad Manners.
I've got something to tell you and don't all shout at once--
_Good night!_ They all began shouting separately. Then I said:
Harry Donnelle says he's going to hike it all the way home to
Bridgeboro. He says we can go with him if we want to. Our time
is up Saturday, but we'll have to start three or four days
sooner.
He said for me to sound you fellows, but believe me, there's so
much sound that I can't. I suppose the other patrols will go
back down the Hudson in the house-boat. Every fellow that's in
favor of hiking it home with Mr. Harry Donnelle, will say
_aye_-but don't say it yet. He said to tell you that we take our
lives in our hands--
"Why can't we put them in our duffel bags?" Westy shouted.
"Did you think we'd take them in our feet?" Dorry yelled.
Then they all began shouting, "_Aye, aye, aye!_" even before I told them
about the forests and morasses and jungles and deserts and things. Honest,
you can't do anything with that bunch.
CHAPTER III
UNDAUNTED! (THAT'S PEE-WEE'S HEADING)
One thing about Harry Donnelle, he was a dandy fixer.
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