"Stacy!"
The Professor called several times, but Master Stacy merely chuckled to himself.
"I guess he is all right. Don't worry about him, Professor," advised Tad. "You will find that he is in hiding somewhere about the camp. Hello, Ned, what's the matter?"
"That fat cayuse plastered a pailful of muck on my face," complained Rector. "And to think he would do such a thing after my having saved his life."
"Yes, who would have thought it?" agreed Tad. "What were you trying to do to him at the time?"
"I was after him to give him a trouncing."
"Oh, well, you can't blame him for defending himself, can you? By the way, Mr. Lilly, there are three dead 'gators out there. What are we going to do with them?"
"I reckon we won't do anything."
"Isn't there any way of getting them out?"
"No safe way that I know. You have just got one of your companions out of difficulties. Please don't go to getting into any on your own account."