"Master Stacy is at least resourceful," answered the Professor, a
broad grin on his face. "I think I shall cut me some sticks just like
those."

The boy stripped the beans from one into his mouth and extended the
stick to Professor Zepplin.

"No, thank you," laughed the scientist. "I think I prefer to get my
own."

Chunky solemnly chased a truant bean about his plate, finally spearing
and conveying it to his already well-filled mouth.



CHAPTER VII

BOY AND PONIES STRANGELY MISSING


After all, the supper proved a very jolly meal, now that they were
sure Tad was all right. Then, again, the beans and bacon were
pronounced excellent by each of them, and Stacy had made fully as good
time with his crude chopsticks as had the others with the tablespoons.

Supper finished, all hands turned in to help wash the dishes, and in a
few moments the camp was again in perfect order.

Tad was informed of Stacy's skill with chopsticks, and they could hear