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Leslie closed the door, and each took advantage of the seclusion to blink and yawn and stretch luxuriously. They had just risen from the card table, and were both cramped and sleepy. Also neither perceived Blake, who was hidden from them by the back of the big chair. "Ho-ho-hum!" yawned Mr. Leslie, in a last relaxing stretch. "That ends it for this time."
"Yah-hum," breathed Walter Perkins, half rousing himself from his nap. "Ho-ho-hum," added the deep bass voice of Professor Zepplin. "Yah see here, stop that!" commanded Ned Rector, suddenly raising himself to a sitting posture. "You've done nothing but stretch your mouth in yawns ever since we reached Montana. See, you've waked up the whole camp." "Ho-hum," said Chunky.
The slanting rays of the sun got into the eyes of the Pony Rider Boys. Four arms were thrown over as many pairs of eyes to shut out the blinding light. "Ho-ho-hum!" yawned Chunky. Cocking an impish eye at his companions, he observed that each had fallen into a deep sleep again. The fat boy cautiously gathered up a handful of dry sand and hurled it into the air.
"Certainly," cuts in Auntie. "I'm so sleepy I couldn't tell a doubloon from a doughnut. Ho-ho-hum! Let's be getting back." It wasn't much after six when we made the yacht, but the whole crew seems to be up and stirrin' around. As we comes alongside they sort of groups themselves into a gawp committee forward, and I caught them passin' the smile and nudge to each other.
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