Part 12 (1/2)
Stacy Brown sat regarding the operations Ned said that Stacy re the preparation of its dinner, but the fat boy took no notice of Ned's coathered around the spread that was laid near the caood appetites Ned nearly choked on a biscuit, and Tad sed a drink of water the wrong hile Walter accidentally kicked over the coffee pot, the contents spilling over the Professor's ankle to the great dae of the Professor's skin at that point
”Here, here! Is this a football scrientle to indicate the latter”
”Oh, Professor,” begged Tad laughingly ”Aren't you pretty hard on us?”
”You did perfectly right, Professor,” approved Stacy ”Their lad you have called them to account Why, their exaetting into bad habitslook
”Wait!” warned Rector
”I can't I'ry”
”Perhaps we have been rather rude, Professor,” ad your pardon”
”Show your repentance bya fresh pot of coffee, as I have ,” re supper in broad daylight, whereas they ordinarily ate in the twilight or after dark After supper, and when the re At ten o'clock the Professor called that it was time to turn in
”But it isn't dark yet,” protested Ned
”The nights are short Unless you turn in early you will not want to get up in the ,” reminded Professor Zepplin
”He never does,” averred Walter
”I don't want to turn in at chicken hours,” objected Stacy
”Little boys should be in bed early,” said Tad sly
”That's what they made me do when I was a baby They'd tuckht, Professor?” questioned the fat boy
”As a ets dark,” answered the Professor ”We shall have only about three hours of real night, I think That is about the way it has been since we have been in this latitude You will find it ht in your eyes than with this light, so go to bed”
”I aht, all Don't any of you boys dare snore to-night Re in rather close quarters,”
reminded Butler
”One of you may come in with me,” offered the Professor
”No, thank you, we shall do very well as it is,” replied Tad
Stacy had the usual number of co properly, the sharp stickers on the cedar boughs poked through his pajamas and into his skin He voiced all the complaints he could think of, after which he settled down to long, rhythmic snores that could be heard all around the place, inside and out The purple twilight ed into blue shadows, then into black, impenetrable darkness that sed up the pass and the two little white tents of the Pony Rider Boys
CHAPTER VIII
AN INTRUDER IN THE CAMP