For the moment Tad could not determine what had happened.
"I—I fell in," moaned a voice from the heap.
"Chunky!" cried Tad. "How did you get in here?"
"I—just dropped in," wailed the fat boy.
"Get up! Don't be a baby! Come here and have a drink of water——"
"Water? Water?" fairly shouted Stacy, leaping to his feet, bumping against a rock in his haste. "Where? Where?"
"Here. Put your lips against the rock right here. There, you have it. Does it taste good?"
"U-m-m-m."
"Now, you've had enough for the moment. Tell me how you got here? How did you happen to come up?" questioned Tad.
"The—the wild man—say, Tad, he looks like a monkey, doesn't he?"