They could have--have--headed us
off, couldn't they? The rule said they had to go around this flag, it
didn't say anything about where the flag would be. That's a
teckinality. Anyway, I'm glad we're rid of them."
"We seem to be making port," said Townsend. "I don't know just where
we are. I think if we were to cut up through these woods--You girls
want to get to the Edgemere trolley, I suppose?"
"That's the idea," said one of them.
"Well, then, let's see," Townsend ruminated.
"I'll take you to the trolley," Pee-wee shouted, as the island gave
evidence of an intention to bunk into the east bank of the river.
"Because I know how to find my way in the woods--scouts have to know
all those things--I can tell by moss and hop-toads and things, which is
east and west. I'll take you to the trolley. If we should get lost in
the woods I know how to cook bark so you can eat it, only scouts don't
get lost. So do you want me to take you to the trolley?"
Brownie was about to whisper his disapproval of this to Townsend but
Townsend cut him short. "Let him do it," he said; "if he stays here
he'll make a hunter's stew. We can put one over on him by cooking
supper while he's gone. Safety first. If he goes ashore they may get
lost, if he stays here we're _all_ lost."
"True," said Billy.
"Absolutely correct," said Brownie.
"That's what you call an argument," said Roly Poly.
"It's a teckinality," said Nuts.
"Discoverer," said Townsend, "the patrol thinks that you are the proper
one to escort our guests to the Edgemere trolley.
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