"Time to go to bed. Get up!" laughed Tad.

"Nice way to put it," growled Ned. "Tell a fellow to get up because
it's time to go to bed."

"Wat'cher wake me up for?" demanded Chunky. "I was sleeping."

"So were all of us. First time I ever heard you object to being
called to eat."

"Eat? Eat? Who said eat?" cried the fat boy, struggling to his feet
with difficulty, his head whirling from the effort of pulling himself
awake so suddenly.

"I did. It's night."

"You don't say," wondered Ned, looking around in surprise. "I--I
thought I was back home in Chillicothe."

"Dreams, dreams," muttered Stacy. "No Professor yet, eh?"

"No. I believe he is lost. He surely would have been back long
before this."

"Maybe he's gone the same place the Indian went," ventured Walter.

"Where's that?" queried Stacy, at once interested.

"That's a conundrum. You dream over it to-night," jeered Ned.