"Yes," answered Tad, looking up, "we ran around here in our pajamas
until we found each other. Then we gave it up and went to bed."
"But who was it?" insisted Walter.
"It was an--"
"Now, never mind, Chunky. You are supposed to be asleep," admonished
Ned, with a superior wave of his hand.
"I cannot say as to that," answered Tad. "I really don't think it
amounted to so very much. Probably some prowler curious to know what
sort of camp he had stumbled upon. I didn't lose any sleep over it
after I got back to bed."
"Neither did Chunky," laughed Ned.
"Did you?" asked the fat boy sharply, turning the laugh on Ned.
"You remember what we were told in Springfield," said Walter.
"What was that?" asked the Professor.
"That a band of robbers had been causing considerable excitement in
the Ozarks for several months past."
"Yes, you are right. I had forgotten that," nodded Professor Zepplin.
"Stealing horses and other things."
"Yes."
"But it's all nonsense to think they would bother us," objected Ned.
"We haven't anything that they would want."
"No, nor do we want them," replied Walter, with emphasis. "I guess we
had better sleep on our rifles to-night."
"That will hardly be necessary," smiled the Professor.
"How about Eagle-eye?" asked Ned. "Didn't he hear anything?"
"Eagle-eye was away last night.
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