"Anything left?" called Tad, as with his companions he approached the camp.
"I don't see anything but the saddles and the rifles."
"What, everything gone?" demanded Professor Zepplin anxiously.
"It certainly looks that way."
"Where's my pants?" wailed Chunky.
"All 'pants' have gone up," chuckled Ned.
"And so have provisions and everything else so far as I am able to observe," added Tad.
"Then—then we've got to cross the desert in our pajamas," mourned Walter.
They looked at each other questioningly; then the entire party burst out laughing. They were all arrayed in pink night clothes. Not a stitch of clothing beyond these pajamas did any of them have.
"We must look about and see if we can find any of the stuff," decided Parry, his mind turning at once to the practical side of their predicament. "I hope we find the food at least."