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"And, further, you'll probably see a campfire, but sing out before you come in too close. Some of our boys are rather sudden when they're interrupted at night," grinned the Ranger. "I should call it violent," declared Stacy. "The way you poked that pistol in my face back there was a caution. You nearly scared me out of a week's growth." No one paid any attention to Chunky's interruption.
If it was, as I suspect, we might as well give it up," concluded Butler. "Oh, I kissed that ham good-by a long time ago," piped Stacy solemnly. "I don't agree with any of you," said Ned. "I think the ham, unable to endure Chunky's singing, took wings and flew away. Either that or it was afraid he would kiss it again. He said he had kissed it good-by." "You are wrong," declared Walter.
"He never moved so fast in his life, I'll wager." Juan was running in a circle now, shrieking and moaning. Professor Zepplin approached them in a series of leaps. He could not imagine what new disaster had overtaken the lazy Mexican. "Here, here, here, what's the trouble now?" He demanded sternly. "Stop that howling!" "Chunky's been prescribing for your patient in your absence," Ned informed him.
"All tired out, eh, Tad?" he questioned. "Yes, I'll confess that I am for once. Of course I can stand it as long as the next one, but there's no use in wearing out the stock," answered Tad Butler. "Chunky's asleep. Ned and Walter will be in a few minutes more." "Very good; call a halt. We will ride into the bushes over there on the other side of the stream. The water cannot be deep.
"Whi which ponies which ones are gone?" asked Walter apprehensively. "Chunky's and Tad's." "Is it possible?" sputtered the Professor, striding to the place where their stock had been tethered. "Yes, they've broken away," he decided, observing that a piece of stake rope belonging to each had been broken short off. "Look around, boys. They cannot be far away.
Who left that thing there for me to nearly break my neck on?" he demanded angrily. "I guess it must be Chunky's saddle." "Of course. I'll talk to him in the morning. I'm going to bed. I'll catch my death of cold." Next morning the boys, assisted by Eagle-eye, had prepared the breakfast by the time the Professor had awakened. They took keen satisfaction in calling him for breakfast.
One of Chunky's feet and one of Ned Rector's was fast in the loop. Tad had made a mistake and selected a foot from each of the two boys. "Something's got me!" bellowed Chunky. "Help, help!" "It's got me, too," yelled Rector. "It's got me by the foot." "Oh, wow, wow! Help, help!" The two boys were fighting and clawing each other in their excitement.
"Lead them out of that grass, fellows," shouted Tad, the moment he saw the ponies were coming around. "We don't want them to make another meal of that stuff" "Nor take another of Chunky's Rip Van Winkle sleeps," added Ned. Never having had a like experience, none of the lads knew what to do with their mounts after getting them sufficiently awake to lead them to a place of safety.
"That's Stacy Brown, I'll wager my hat. I'll bet Ned is scolding him, too." Ned was. He was at that instant threatening to break Chunky's head if he opened his mouth again before they reached the camping place. Shortly after that Butler's keen ears caught the sound of hoofbeats. He stepped back into the shadows, the prisoner eyeing him inquiringly. Tad did not take the trouble to explain.
He had intended to be stern, but the sight of Chunky's good-natured face disarmed him at once, as it did most people. "'Bout what?" asked the lad. "Sending us out to the foothills, telling us the cowmen were attacking us." Stacy's eyes opened widely. "Never said so." "What did you say, then?" "Nothing." "I guess we are all dreaming," laughed the rancher.
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