"Oh, please don't bother him. We want to see what he will do," begged
Walter.

"I think you will see, all right," chuckled Tad. "You will see what you
shall see, and---"

"There he goes!"

The pony had taken three or four more steps toward the stream. Now its
eyes were partly open. It saw the rest of the party on the other side
of the creek.

The cool water completed the awakening process for the horse. It drank
freely then started for the other side, Chunky still sleeping. All at
once the pony stepped into a deep hole in the creek. The animal went
down on its nose with a mighty splash. Stacy shot over the disappearing
head, then boy and pony vanished under the waters of Delaware Creek
while the others of the party bowled with delight.

"Oh, wow!" howled Stacy, coming to the surface and making for shore with
mighty splashes, coughs and chokings. "Oh, wow!"

Walter ran down to the water's edge, lending the unfortunate fat boy a
helping hand. The pony in the meantime had clambered up the bank and
was trotting off to join its fellows.

"What---what---who did that?" demanded Stacy belligerently.

"Did what?" replied Ned.