Part 14 (1/2)

”Of course not. Chunky is the only one who--”

”Never mind Chunky. He'll take care of himself,” answered the fat boy sharply.

”Isn't it about time that lazy Indian were back, Professor?” asked Walter.

”Yes, that's so. I hadn't thought of that, Walter. He has been gone all of five hours now, and the trip should not have taken him more than three all told.”

”Suppose he had to stop to smoke a pipe of peace with his friend,”

suggested Ned. ”Then there would be a certain amount of grunting to do before Eagle-eye could state his business, and after that much talk, talk. That's the Indian of it.”

”You seem to know a lot about Indians. Were you ever an Indian?”

asked Stacy innocently.

”Even if I were, I couldn't be called a savage,” retorted Ned.

The hours wore on, and the moon came up in a cloudless sky, much to the relief of the boy down in the canyon. Just before dark he had observed that there was quite a strip of rock and sand on his side of the rus.h.i.+ng mountain torrent. It extended further than he could see and the lad wondered where it might lead to.

After a time he cuddled up, but could not sleep. Perhaps it was the loneliness of his position. Yet he had been alone in mountain and forest many times before.

”h.e.l.lo, up there!” he shouted, pulling himself to a sitting position.

”h.e.l.lo!” answered Walter.

”I'm going to bed. Don't worry about me. I suppose the Indian has not returned?”

”No such luck,” answered Ned, who had come up beside Walter and replied to Tad's question.

”And he won't be back till morning,” sang the boy down there in the shadows.

”Right you are,” laughed Ned. ”If he gets back then we are in great luck. I'll let the rope down to you if he should happen to return during the night.”

”No; wait till morning. I wouldn't care to try to climb up in the dark. I'd be likely to get hurt if I did. You had better all turn in now. There will be no need for you to sit up.”

”All right,” answered Ned and Walter at once.

”I think perhaps Master Tad is right. We had better go to bed. I would suggest, however, that one of you roll up in his blankets outside here, so that he can hear if Master Tad calls,” suggested Professor Zepplin.

”That's a good idea. I'll do that, with your permission, Professor,”

offered Ned Rector promptly.

”Yes. Then Walter and Stacy had better go to their tents. If anything occurs during the night, remember you are to let me know at once. If Eagle-eye returns, I want to know it, too.”

”Very well, sir,” answered Ned.

After replenis.h.i.+ng the fire, determined to remain awake until daylight, the lad rolled up in his blankets.

In a few minutes after the camp quieted down he fell sound asleep; and he did not open his eyes again until the sun peeped over the eastern range of the mountains and burned apart his eyelids.

Ned awoke with a start. He could scarcely believe that another day had dawned.