"Who threw me in?"

"I reckon you threw yourself in," answered Tad.

"I didn't."

"The pony did it for you. Don't be a goose," commanded Ned.

"Yes, you went to sleep. You've been asleep for the last ten miles or
so," nodded Butler.

"I'm all wet," wailed Stacy.

"You will be dry in a few moments in this hot sun," interposed the
professor.

"I don't want to be dry."

"Then jump in again," suggested Butler. "Anyhow, you've missed your
dinner."

"I---I've---what?"

"Missed your dinner."

Chunky's gaze wandered from the camp fire to the dishes and provisions
that already were being packed preparatory to moving on.

"I want my dinner," he wailed.