"I told you you were dreaming," came from Snap.

"Too many crullers for supper," was Giant's comment. "Sometimes
they lay like lead in a fellow's stomach and give him all sorts
of dreams."

"It wasn't the crullers," persisted the doctor's son. "I'm going
outside and investigate." And he stepped out in the direction
of the camp fire.

"Be careful," warned Snap. "If any wild beasts are around you want
to be on your guard."

The doctor's son looked around with care, but could see no trace
of the night visitor. He stirred up the camp fire and soon had a
bright blaze going. The others had followed him outside and they
stood shivering in the damp air.

"False alarm, I guess," said Giant, yawning. "What time is it?"

"One o'clock," answered Whopper, after consulting his watch. "Say,
this is a dandy way of breaking up one's rest," he added sarcastically.

"If you don't believe I saw something---and felt something---you
needn't," returned Shep tartly.

"Must have been a sand flea, or a water bug."

"Come, Whopper, don't get mad," came from Snap. "If Shep-----"