The Shawnee shrugged his shoulders.

"Mebby hungry."

"That is a sensible explanation of the visit," decided Professor
Zepplin. "What other motive could an Indian have for a visit at that
hour? There is no cause for alarm. But I wish if any more hungry
ones pay us a visit, they would do so in the day time, so as not to
interrupt my sleep."

"And mine," laughed Tad.

"Yah-hum," yawned Stacy, sleepily.

"I told you you weren't awake yet," growled Ned. "Let's all go back
to our breakfast."

"I second the motion," laughed the Professor. "We are forgetting all
about the inner man. And it is time we were getting on our way if we
are to make any great progress to-day."

Anxious to be in the saddle again, the boys bounded up the bank and
hastily finished their breakfast. While they were doing so the guide
stoically busied himself with packing the cooking kits and loading the
pack mules, so that by the time the lads were ready all save their own
belongings had been stowed away.

It was the work of a few minutes only to strike their tents, fold
blankets and pack their personal belongings. They had now been