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"The horse went to sleep with you, out of sheer sympathy I should say." "I should think he would have. Anything would go to sleep with Chunky on hand," declared Ned. "You fellows are too funny! I don't care what you think. I'm going to have something to eat. Where's the biscuit?" "Packed." "Then we'll unpack them again. I guess I've got as much right to the grub of this outfit as the next one."
"We are many miles from our base of supplies, with our supplies at the bottom of a gorge, goodness knows how deep down. Whether we can get down there or not I haven't the slightest idea " "Don't we get anything to eat?" wailed Chunky. "Think you deserve to have anything?" demanded Ned. "Don't be hard on him," spoke up Tad. "He feels cut up enough about it as it is.
But if the truth were known, I'll wager that he was hiding behind a rock when that same shooting was going on." Rector flushed a rosy red, which brought a howl from the boys. It was plain that Chunky had touched him in a tender spot. "Come now, you boys, if you want to try some more," called the Ranger. "What now?" asked Tad. "I want to see how you are on the draw -quick."
The flames were roaring behind them and on either side, leaving a long, narrow lane ahead, through which lay their only hope of safety. "Buck up! Buck up, Chunky!" shouted Tad, himself taking a fresh brace in the stirrups, for the weight of the fat boy's dragging body was slowly pulling Tad from the saddle.
"Show me a light here," commanded Tad going down on his knees and gathering up all the burnt matches he could find. "That is a fine trail you are leaving. Why, were any one to come in here, he would discover instantly that strangers had been here." "I -I never thought of that," stammered Chunky. "We must think of everything. Our very lives may depend on our doing so."
"One bed is ready for you." "Call that a bed?" sniffed Stacy. "Why, that wouldn't hold a baby. He'd fall through the slats." "Try it. Lie down on it," smiled Lige. Chunky did so, gingerly, then little by little a sheepish smile crept over his countenance. "Why, it does hold me up." "Of course it does." "Say, fellows, this is great. It's softer than any feather bed I ever slept in.
I cried, "Let's hunt that thing out!" and I wheeled about so sharply the chunky little man crashed forward, knocking me off my feet and sending me a man's length farther on. That fall saved my life. A flat spear point hissed through the air above my head and stuck fast in the bark of an elm tree. Scrambling up, I promptly let go two or three shots into the fern brake.
A moment later he mounted his chunky gray horse, and lifting his hat as he passed out of the yard, rode off toward his army, his arrival there being announced to us by cheering, which, as it progressed, varying in loudness, told he was riding through the bivouac of the Army of Northern Virginia. The surrender of General Lee practically ended the war of the rebellion.
Stacy, however, observing the move, had quickly rolled to one side. Ned struck the ground heavily. Stacy was rolling over and over now as if his very life depended upon getting away. He could not spare the time to get up and run, so he continued to roll over and over, making no mean progress at that. "Go it, Chunky!" shouted Walter in high glee.
These fellows seem to have all the time in the world. They're waiting killing time for some reason. You'll see, after they finish their dinner, that they will smoke some more, then lie down for a catnap." "And and what'll we be doing?" "We'll be hiding on the top of this rock, Chunky." "Wish I had my rifle." "Lucky for both of us that you haven't."
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