they might not observe the grin that was spreading over his face
despite the lad's effort to keep it down.

"O Tad, tell us all about it," urged Walter Perkins. "What was he, a
bold robber or what?"

"I guess he must have been an 'Or What,'" suggested Stacy Brown
wisely.

"Don't mind him. He's dreaming still. It's only his appetite that's
here at the table. The rest of him is in bed asleep," jeered Ned
Rector, with such a funny grimace that the boys laughed.

"Yes," answered Tad, looking up, "we ran around here in our pajamas
until we found each other. Then we gave it up and went to bed."

"But who was it?" insisted Walter.

"It was an--"

"Now, never mind, Chunky. You are supposed to be asleep," admonished
Ned, with a superior wave of his hand.

"I cannot say as to that," answered Tad. "I really don't think it
amounted to so very much. Probably some prowler curious to know what
sort of camp he had stumbled upon. I didn't lose any sleep over it
after I got back to bed."

"Neither did Chunky," laughed Ned.