"Whew! I'm stiff in every joint," he mumbled. "And sleepier than
Stacy Brown ever thought of being."

Ned pulled himself to his feet, yawning broadly.

"That's another bad habit I have learned from Chunky. I wonder if
Tad's awake."

Peering over the edge, Ned was unable to make out whether his
companion down there were awake or sleeping. He hesitated to call,
knowing that if Tad Butler were still asleep at that hour of the day
it was because he was tired out and needed rest badly.

Ned strode over to Stacy's tent.

"Wake up," he commanded, pinching one of the fat boy's big-toes.

"Get out," mumbled Stacy sleepily, at the same time kicking viciously
with the disturbed foot.

Thus encouraged, Ned pulled the other big-toe.

Chunky rose in his wrath, hurling the rubber pillow on which he had
been sleeping full into the face of his tormentor.

Ned, caught off his balance, tumbled over in a heap, while Stacy
crawled back under the blankets, very well satisfied with the result
of his throw.