“What had you done?” questioned the Professor with a poor attempt at sternness.
“I–I tied a string to the provision line. You know Tad had a line tied to it with one end around his wrist so that he would know if an intruder began to interfere with the provisions?”
“Yes. Go on.”
“Well, as I told you, I tied another string to the rope. After Tad got to sleep I pulled the rope. He went out to see what had done it. I guess he didn’t find it, for he went out several times after that. Oh, I made him dance a merry dance,” chuckled Stacy. “By and by I went to sleep. That was the last I knew until I found myself sliding out of the tent on my back.”
Everyone shouted. Stacy’s droll way of telling the story was too much for them.
117“So that was the way of it, eh?” questioned Ned.
“So Stacy says,” nodded Butler.
“And you didn’t mean to drag me out?”
“No; the fellow who did the dragging must have gotten hold of the wrong foot,” replied Butler.
“Then I forgive you. I would endure almost anything for the sake of seeing Chunky get the worst of it.”