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"No, that's an axiom," spoke up Rector. "An axiom?" reflected Chunky. "Oh, I know what that is. It is something that something else revolves around, isn't it? That's the sort of thing the world is supposed to revolve about. I know, for I read it in my geography." The boys groaned. The suspicion of a smile played about the corners of Professor Zepplin's mouth.
Chunky, either because he was emboldened by the success of his attack, or through the excitement of the moment, picked up a rock from the cave floor, and stepping back, hurled it with all his strength. The stone hit the bear a glancing blow on the head, bringing from the animal a growl of rage. Now, the brute was dangerously angered.
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.
Perhaps you may beat us all, who knows?" grinned McKay. "I don't say that I can beat you, but I can shoot as well as these amateurs who have been trying it. I can " "Look here, are you going to make that shot, Chunky?" demanded Rector. "Yes. Got any objections?" asked Chunky turning to Rector with great deliberation.
"No, no, no," protested Chunky, springing up and waving his plate excitedly. "You won't have anything before you know it, young man," warned Ned. "Yes, but we may have to stay here a week, if the Professor does not return. I do not see what good it will be to begin starving us until it is necessary," objected Walter. "It will be necessary to-morrow," replied Tad. "And after to-morrow what?"
Then, added to this, are the great mountains, thousands of feet high, and one great river not to speak of the smaller ones that flows through more than two thousand miles of wonderful country. I have given you a bird's-eye-view of the country, a small part of which you have started to explore." "Yes, a fellow needs a bird's-eye up here. He has to have or he's a goner," declared Chunky.
The Pony Rider Boys who had also turned sharply at the interruption, observed that the gun barrel had a telescope attachment. Their eyes following further back, observed something else, too. "Chunky!" gasped the lads in one voice. Cravath made a move to level his weapon at the boy who had interfered with his plans thus unexpectedly. "You stop that, now! I've got six bullets in this gun.
"They're not in their camp," answered Tad. "We passed that an hour ago. They have no horses, so they're packing their outfits on their backs." "Huh! That's one part of the gold-madness that I don't want," said Chunky. "Do all gold diggers have to pack their outfits?" "I guess few of them can afford to buy ponies," answered Butler.
"Beats being in the river at midnight," laughed Tad. "Bad-eye looks as if he needed grooming, too. Ned, I take back all I said about the bacon this morning. You did me a good turn last night. If it hadn't been for you, Chunky and I wouldn't be here now. I couldn't have held to that rock much longer." "Neither could I," interjected Stacy wisely. Ned gave him a withering glance.
The other three boys, who had quickly strapped on their belts, were parading about with guns on their shoulders, Walter Perkins giving them their orders. "Wow! But this thing is heavy," exclaimed Chunky, the weight of his loaded belt tugging at his waist line. "Here, here, Master Brown! You don't need all those shells. Put all but ten of them back in the box," laughed the guide,
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