“Stop it! I haven’t accused you of stealing. 100Of course I know you wouldn’t do that, but if you have taken the stuff and hidden it for a joke, say so now before I call the others. They might not take kindly to your joke after your early morning vocal exercises.”
“I didn’t. I don’t know any more about it than you do.”
Stacy’s lips were blue with cold and he was chattering. Tad suddenly observed these signs of cold and felt sorry for the boy.
“When the others come out, you duck in and put on some dry clothes. You will have plenty of time. I don’t think they will bother you. Oh, Ned! Professor!” called Tad.
Ned Rector, Professor Zepplin and Walter came hurrying out.
“Isn’t there any rest at all in this camp?” protested Ned.
“That is what I was about to inquire,” declared the Professor.
“What! You here?” demanded Rector, fixing a menacing eye on the fat boy. “Has he been cutting up again?”
“It’s something else this time.”
“What is it?” questioned Professor Zepplin sharply.