"Neither do I," agreed Chunky. "I'd as soon be shot to death as scared
to death. I'll bet my hair is turning gray already. Oh, wow!"
"All hands, turn in," commanded the Ranger briskly. "I will stand watch
over the camp for the rest of the night, though you will not be
disturbed."
CHAPTER XVII
FUN ON THE MOUNTAIN TRAILS
Confident in the watchfulness of Captain McKay the Pony Rider Boys slept
soundly all through that night. Even Chunky forgot to talk in his
sleep, thus saving himself from sundry digs in the ribs from his
companions.
But when the morning came again the lads were treated to still another
surprise. Captain McKay was sleeping in front of their tent door,
rolled in his blanket, using one arm for a pillow. Still further out
lay three other men, with one sitting up. The latter was none other
than Dippy Orell, one of the Rangers. A second glance showed the boys
that the other three men were also of the Ranger band.
"Hullo, Bugs," greeted Dippy upon catching sight of the fat boy.
"Hullo. You here?" demanded Stacy.
"I'm here, what's left of me."
"Bring any 'possum for breakfast?" grinned Chunky.
"No, but I've a rod in pickle for you."
"All right. Keep it in pickle for yourself. I don't like sour stuff."
"Hey, there, Bugs!" greeted another Ranger sitting up.
"My name's Brown," Stacy informed him with dignity.
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