“Which is a heap sight more than may be said of some persons we know of,” returned Ned.
Tad dragged the carcass into camp, casting it down a short distance from the tents.
“Him heap big little man,” reiterated the Indian.
“How much does the animal weigh?” asked the Professor.
“A good ton, I should say,” replied Tad, 150sinking down by the fire. “I’m all tuckered out.”
“You had better get on some dry clothes.”
“These will dry in a few minutes by the fire,” was the philosophical reply.
“Yes, that’s right,” bubbled Stacy. “When one side gets dry I’ll pry you over with the stick on which you brought in the carcass. You can’t say I don’t do my share of the work in this outfit.”
“I think I prefer to do my own rolling. I don’t dare trust you,” laughed Tad.
“That’s it, you see. When I try to do anything you won’t let me.”