"Aw! rats! What is getting you, Toby!" exclaimed Bandy-legs, in disgust.
"Sure you must have been dreaming over it, and things have been growing
all night. I tell you it was smaller'n a pea even."

"R-r-reckon I know," grumbled Toby, as stubborn as he could be; "and
I'll b-b-believe it till you p-p-prove the other way."

So, of course, Bandy-legs, feeling that he had been challenged, sprung
to his feet.

"I'll do it, then, just to show you!" he exclaimed, as he made for the
opening of the tent.

A minute later they heard him grumbling and growling within. Then his
voice came welling forth:

"Say, Max!"

"Hello!"

"Was I dreaming, or did I see you put that thing in this haversack?"

"You sure saw me, Bandy-legs," replied Max, feeling a queer burning
sensation dart all over his flesh, as though a suspicion of coming trouble
suddenly took possession of him.

"You tucked it away in pink cotton, didn't you?" demanded the one inside
the tent.

"That's what he d-d-did," answered Toby, before Max could speak.