"You—you don't have to do anything with me. I can do quite enough for myself."
"I should say you could," grinned Tad. The others laughed.
"I shouldn't want as much done to me," added Ned.
"Are you able to ride?" questioned the guide.
"No, I guess I'll walk. I'm not hankering to sit down. I don't know that I'll ever be able to sit down again." Chunky groaned dismally.
"Perhaps we had better make camp here," suggested the Professor.
"I don't think this is a good place to camp," answered Tad. "The ground is too low. How far is it from here to the Sunflower, Mr. Lilly?"
"About five miles."
"Oh, we can make that all right. I will lash my blanket to Stacy's saddle, and after he has ridden a few moments he will be all right."
Chunky agreed grumblingly, taking a keen pleasure in having others wait on him. He enjoyed his present situation even though his wounds were painful. In a few minutes they had prepared the saddle for him and assisted him into it.