your share of the labor. There are no drones in our hive."

"No; we all work," interposed Stacy.

"And some of us are eaters," added Ned.

Juan shrugged his shoulders and showed his pearly teeth.

At the Professor's command, however, Juan stepped off the burro
without in the least disturbing that animal's dreams and lazily began
collecting the baggage as directed by the Professor. After the
equipment had been sorted into piles, the boys did it up into neat
packs which they skillfully strapped to the backs of the burros of
their pack train. Juan, lost in contemplation of their labors, forgot
his own duties until reminded of them by Stacy, who gave the guide a
violent poke in the ribs with his thumb.

Juan started; then, with a sheepish grin, became busy again.

It was no small task to get their belongings in packs preparatory to
the journey; but late in the afternoon the boys had completed their
task. They had had nothing to eat since early morning. But they were
too anxious to be on their way to wait for dinner in town.

After making some necessary purchases in the village, the procession
finally started away across the plain.

"You'll never get anywhere with that sleepy burro, Juan," decided the
Professor, with a shake of the bead.