except the skeletons of two mules."

Chunky, solemn-visaged, was munching his hard boiled egg slowly, in an
effort to make it last as long as possible.

"This all I get to eat to-day?"

"Eat? No, certainly not. I'm going to cook all the rest of the day
for you. Let's see, you shall have a porterhouse steak, fried
potatoes, some nice fresh salad and a soup plate of ice cream and--"

"And a finger bowl," finished Chunky, without the suspicion of a
smile.

"Yes, with egg water in it," added Ned.

It was the longest day they had ever put in. There was no difference
of opinion on that point when the day was ended. They had hoped to
hear from Tad before nightfall. He did not return, however, and they
had little hopes of his doing so now that the darkness was coming on.

There was no merriment in the camp that night. By dint of careful
management they had saved enough out of their supplies to give them a
light breakfast on the following morning, After that they had no idea
how they should manage, providing no assistance came to them.

The mules were the only indifferent ones in the party. They munched
the green leaves contentedly, sleeping when they were not eating.
Near the middle of the night one of the animals set up a loud braying
which brought the boys from their cots in quick alarm. At first they