“Not know. Mebby Yukon, mebby Caribou,” with a wave of his hand that encompassed all the territory to the north of them. “You mush bymeby?”
137“Very soon. We will have breakfast now, then we will get under way.”
Anvik nodded and grunted, then, straightening up, let fall his blanket and began preparing the things for breakfast. One by one the Pony Rider Boys appeared, stretching themselves and yawning. A wash in an icy spring close at hand awakened them instantly. Stacy was the last to emerge from his tent. He sniffed the air, then turned up his nose.
“Bacon!” he grumbled disgustedly.
“Don’t you like it?” asked Tad.
“I was thinking last night that if I keep on eating bacon for many months more I’ll be growing a pork rind in my stomach.”
“You don’t have to eat the bacon unless you want to, Chunky.”
“Yes, I do. It’s either that or starve, and Stacy Brown never will starve so long as there is anything to eat in the shop. Where’s the bath room? I want to wash.”
“Over yonder, and don’t you wash where we get our breakfast water if you know what’s good for you.”
“All water looks alike to me,” answered the fat boy, walking rather unsteadily toward the spring, rubbing his eyes.