The boys groaned. The suspicion of a smile played about the corners of Professor Zepplin’s mouth.
“You had better go back to school rather than be traveling with real men,” advised Ned.
“Isn’t that an axiom, Professor?” called Stacy indignantly.
“It is not.”
“Then what is one?”
“You are a living example of one yourself,” was the whimsical reply. Stacy pondered over the Professor’s retort all the rest of that day. But when noon came and passed and no stop was made for a noonday meal, the fat boy began to grow restive.
“Don’t we stop for something to eat?” he demanded.
“I should like to know where?” answered Tad.
“Isn’t there a place wide enough for us, Tad?”
“There is not.”