"We're going to eat breakfast with you," Bud Stevens informed them.
"That's right. What we have is free," answered the Professor hospitably.
"That's what I was telling the bunch," nodded Bud. "Our chuck wagon'll be along when it gets here. We've got a schooner with six lazy mules toting it down along the edge of the foothills. If it ever gets here we'll stock you up with enough fodder to last you the rest of your natural lives."
"A schooner, did you say?" questioned Stacy, edging closer to the cowboy.
"Yep; schooner."
"Where's the water?"
"Say, moon-face, didn't you ever hear tell of a prairie schooner!"
Chunky shook his head.
"Well, you've got something coming to you, then," replied Bud, turning to the others again.
"When do you start your horse-hunt? I presume that's the purpose of your visit here?" asked the Professor.