Rector.

"That would be impossible," objected Tad. "As an eater he is a
champion, as a sleeper he is just above the average. You're the
champion sleeper of this outfit, Ned."

"It's too hot to resent your unseemly remarks, Tad. I'll take that
matter up when we get to the mountains. By the way, how much farther
is it to the mountains?"

"Just as far as it was this morning. How about it, Professor?"

"We ought to reach them this afternoon. According to my understanding,
we were a little more than forty miles from them this morning. Since
then we have gone a good twentyfive miles."

"Then we will camp there to-night?" questioned Walter.

"Yes, I hope so."

"What are we going to do about Chunky?" demanded Walter.

All eyes were directed toward the sleeping fat boy and his slumbering
pony. The latter was now beginning to show some signs of life. It had
lifted one foot, then another, until it had taken two steps toward the
creek. But the rider was as soundly asleep as before. Nothing seemed
to disturb Chunky when he was having a nap.

"He will fall off. Wake him up!" commanded the professor.