Professor Zepplin came tumbling from his tent clad in his pajamas, wild eyed, his whiskers bristling excitedly.
"What is it?"
A few seconds behind the Professor came Ned Rector, and behind him Walter Perkins, each in a similar state of undress.
"Trouble in plenty," answered Tad, thrusting the piece of brown wrapping paper toward the Professor.
The Professor snatched the paper and holding it towards the fire as Tad had done, peered, rubbed his eyes, then peered again.
"I—I can't read it. I'm not awake yet. What does it say?" he demanded impatiently.
"Stacy Brown is in jail, fellows," answered Tad Butler solemnly.
"In jail?" gasped the two boys.
"Yes."
"What's this? What's this?" cried the Professor.