105“I don’t think so. I have an idea.”
“What is your idea?” questioned Professor Zepplin.
“Are there Indians up here?” questioned Tad.
“Many of them.”
“It was an Indian who did this job. No white man could get away with it so skilfully. If it was, as I suspect, we might as well give it up,” concluded Butler.
“Oh, I kissed that ham good-by a long time ago,” piped Stacy solemnly.
“I don’t agree with any of you,” said Ned. “I think the ham, unable to endure Chunky’s singing, took wings and flew away. Either that or it was afraid he would kiss it again. He said he had kissed it good-by.”
“You are wrong,” declared Walter. “If Stacy had got that close to the ham he would have eaten it.”
“You’re right,” agreed the Professor with an emphatic nod.
“I’ve got a bone to pick with you, too, Walt Perkins,” warned Stacy.