“Yes, yes, we thought you were a bear,” chuckled Stacy.
“It’s a deer,” cried Walter Perkins.
“Him antelope,” nodded the Indian wisely. “White boy heap much big hunter.”
“I’m afraid I am a better hunter than I am a toter. Stacy, I fell in.”
“Ye-e-e-ow!” yelled the fat boy joyously.
“Here, let us take him in,” offered Ned, reaching for one end of the carrying stick.
Butler shook his head.
“I said I was going to get him to camp alone and I shall.”
“But–” protested Ned.
“Oh, let him carry the beast if he wants to. Tad likes to work,” laughed the fat boy.