“Then I reckon he doesn’t know the plan of those men, if they do really intend to try and run the car off,” Thad concluded.
Giraffe yawned.
“I tell you, I’m as sleepy as they make ’em,” he remarked. “Suppose we trek over to the barn and get busy. Me for the hay.”
“There’s Bumpus here to be looked after,” suggested Allan.
“He looks so happy it’s a pity to wake him up,” said Thad; “but of course we couldn’t think of leaving him here on the porch all night.”
He shook Bumpus gently as he said this. The fat boy gave a grunt, but beyond this there was no sign of life about him.
“Wake up, Bumpus!” said Thad, giving him a little rougher treatment.
“Oh! leave me alone, can’t you?” grumbled the other; “’tain’t mornin’ yet. When the coffee’s ready I’ll climb out, I tell you. Leave me be!”
Bumpus evidently imagined that he was in camp somewhere, with some of his chums bent on routing him out at an unearthly early hour. Thad this time gave him so sturdy a shake that Bumpus began to sit up and rub his eyes.
“Hey! what’s all this, anyway? Where am I at? I was dreaming that——” he commenced, when the impatient Giraffe interrupted him.