I don't know."
"Hey, Ned!"
"Well, what is it?" growled Rector appearing at the tent opening again.
"They've gone and left us and without even saying good-bye," called Tad.
"Shake out the others."
The professor and Walter, having been awakened by the talking, now
appeared. They were quickly informed that the Rangers had left, at
which they wondered not a little.
"I guess they got tired of our company. I'm going to start breakfast,"
declared Butler.
"This is most remarkable," bristled the professor. "I should have
thought they would have left some word."
"How about that 'possum, Chunky?" jeered Rector.
"You better ask the Rangers. They'll tell you about that," answered
the fat boy with a grin. "There's the sack in which I fetched the
animals back to camp."
"What, did you catch any?" demanded the professor.
"Oh, I got some game, all right. I'm the champion hunter, I am. Say,
I wish I could cook like you," said Chunky gazing admiringly at Tad,
who was confidently making some biscuit for breakfast. "I never could
cook unless I had everything all down in writing before me. How do you
do it?"
"Oh, he cooks by ear," scoffed Ned. "That's why there's so many
discords in our digestive apparatus."
The Pony Rider Boys groaned dismally.
CHAPTER XIII
AN INQUISITIVE VISITOR
Breakfast the plans for the day were discussed.
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