"Dinner is finished, young man," replied the professor severely. "You
should be on hand when meals are being served. There is no second
table in this outfit, except for good and sufficient reasons."

"My reasons are good. I---I fell in, I did. And---say, why didn't you
fellows wake me up?" demanded the fat boy, a sudden suspicion entering
his mind. He began to understand that a trick had been played upon him.
"What'd you let me sleep for?"

"Because you were sleepy," answered Ned Rector solemnly.

"That's a mean trick. I wouldn't play that on a horse," answered Stacy
indignantly.

"But you did play it on a horse," spoke up Tad. "The horse went to
sleep with you, out of sheer sympathy I should say."

"I should think he would have. Anything would go to sleep with Chunky
on hand," declared Ned.

"You fellows are too funny! I don't care what you think. I'm going to
have something to eat. Where's the biscuit?"

"Packed."

"Then we'll unpack them again. I guess I've got as much right to the
grub of this outfit as the next one."

With that Stacy helped himself to such of the food as he was able to
find. In order to get what he wanted he was obliged to undo three of