"
Chunky solemnly chased a truant bean about his plate, finally spearing
and conveying it to his already well-filled mouth.
CHAPTER VII
BOY AND PONIES STRANGELY MISSING
After all, the supper proved a very jolly meal, now that they were
sure Tad was all right. Then, again, the beans and bacon were
pronounced excellent by each of them, and Stacy had made fully as good
time with his crude chopsticks as had the others with the tablespoons.
Supper finished, all hands turned in to help wash the dishes, and in a
few moments the camp was again in perfect order.
Tad was informed of Stacy's skill with chopsticks, and they could hear
him laughing over it, even though they were no longer able to see him.
"Are you warm enough down there?" called Ned.
"Sure thing. I have most of the blankets."
"That means we freeze, I guess," interjected Stacy.
"You can go cut yourself a few chopsticks and sleep under them,"
retorted Ned Rector. "Hey, Tad, why don't you build a fire down
there?"
"Haven't any matches."
"Never mind, Tad, the moon soon will be up and you can get warm by
that," shouted the fat boy.
"Chunky has suddenly developed into a wit, Tad. I don't know what's
happened to the boy. It must have been that fall over the cliff that
shook his thinking machinery into place."
"Pity some other folks not more'n a million miles away wouldn't fall
over," muttered Stacy.
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