After piling fresh fuel on the fire Tad went over and sat on the bluff
overlooking the eastern slope of the range of mountains which they
were traversing. Chunky lay stretched out sound asleep, untroubled by
the series of disasters that had overtaken them.
Tad after running over in his mind many plans, none of which seemed
practicable, also lay down for a nap, and in a few moments the tired
boys were all sound asleep, including the pack mules.
When they awakened the sun had been down all of half an hour. Tad was
the first to awake. He started up guiltily, and looking around found
that he was not the only one who had napped.
"Hallo, the camp!" he shouted.
The other boys sat up suddenly, rubbing their eyes.
"Time to go to bed. Get up!" laughed Tad.
"Nice way to put it," growled Ned. "Tell a fellow to get up because
it's time to go to bed."
"Wat'cher wake me up for?" demanded Chunky. "I was sleeping."
"So were all of us. First time I ever heard you object to being
called to eat."
"Eat? Eat? Who said eat?" cried the fat boy, struggling to his feet
with difficulty, his head whirling from the effort of pulling himself
awake so suddenly.
"I did. It's night."
"You don't say," wondered Ned, looking around in surprise. "I--I
thought I was back home in Chillicothe."
"Dreams, dreams," muttered Stacy.
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