He made no effort to explain, but instead, changed the
subject.
"Do we start, or do we remain here, Professor?" he asked.
"It shall be as you boys wish. All in favor of going on will say 'aye.'"
"Aye!" howled the Pony Rider Boys, a shout that caused the browsing
ponies to look up in mild surprise.
"Then we move. I will say, however, that I don't exactly approve of
the situation."
"What situation, Professor?" questioned Butler.
"There are too many rough men in these parts. I had no idea we were
going to meet with any such condition of affairs in this enlightened
state."
"That's nothing. We have had some experience. Experience is what we
are looking for."
"But the Rangers were not," asserted Stacy thickly, his mouth full of
biscuit. "They got it, though."
"I feel sorry for you," said Tad leaning over to Stacy.
"Sorry for what?"
"For what you'll catch when they get hold of you again."
"They'd better not. I've got something up my sleeve, or I will have,
I mean. They'd better keep away from me."
"Come, fellows, are you going to strike camp while I clear away the
breakfast things?" called Tad.
"Let Chunky do it. He hasn't done a thing this morning," cried Ned.
"Yes, I have, too."
"What have you done?"
"I've done two things this morning."
"That's news," grinned Walter.
"Yes, name them. We don't want to do you an injustice, you know," urged
Rector sarcastically.
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