"You fell up this time. That's a new trick you've developed. Well, it's safer. You won't get hurt falling up, but look out when you strike the back trail."
"Wha—what happened?" asked the fat boy peevishly.
"Everything," laughed Tad. "We got caught in a cyclone. We don't know whether you were rolled along with it or carried here. Which was it?"
"I guess I flied," decided Stacy humorously. "But I came down so hard that it knocked all the breath out of me. Where's the camp?"
The boys laughed.
"Ask the wind," replied Ned. "We don't know. Come! We'd better be getting back."
"Yee, I reckon there will be plenty for us to do," agreed Tad. "Can you walk all right, Chunky?"
"I guess so."
"Why not fly? It's easier and quicker. Chunky doesn't need a flying machine. He's the original human heavier-than-air-machine," averred Ned.
The guide had by this time gathered a heap of sage brush, to which he touched a match, that they might the better examine their surroundings.