"
"But we can't go on to-night."
"No. The morning will be time enough. We will give him some food."
"Let me feed the animal," urged Stacy.
"You have steady business performing that office for yourself,"
retorted Ned Rector.
"In the morning we will take him to town. Shall we get some supper now?"
"Yes. I will think over your proposal in the meantime. Stacy, you
might gather some more wood for the fire. Ahem! This has been a most
remarkable proceeding all the way through."
"You would have thought so if that fellow had jumped on you as he did
on me," growled Ned Rector. "I thought the mountain had fallen down
on me. He is bad medicine."
Tad by this time was getting out the things for supper. They were late
with this meal owing to circumstances over which they had not had full
control, though matters were now pretty well in the hands of the Pony
Rider Boys.
"You had better tell us who and what you are. You have heard what
has been said here, my man," said the professor returning to the
prisoner.
"I reckon I've heard enough. I reckon, too, that you've made a mistake.
I ain't what you think. I'll tell you, now that the fresh young
feller isn't listening."
"Do so," urged Professor Zepplin, preparing to listen.
"Lean over so the others won't hear."
"Surely."
"You're a right smart old party and I don't mind talking to you, for
you've got right smart sense and you'll understand what I'm getting at.
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