"Yes, I'm hungry," spoke up Stacy.
"No wonder, after the shaking up you've had," agreed the Professor. "Guide, where do you think we'll find our belongings?"
"You are lucky if you find them at all. More than likely they are scattered over the Diamond Range for half a dozen miles."
"May—maybe it'll come back and bring our pants," suggested Chunky, at which there was a loud protest.
All hands formed in line, and with the guide to pilot them, started off in their bare feet, hoping to find some of their belongings. Stacy made the first find. He picked up a can of tomatoes. Ned Rector rescued a can of pickled pigs' feet from the shadow of a sage brush, while their guide discovered a sombrero that belonged to Stacy Brown.
But that was all. They traveled nearly to the foot of the mountains, yet not a scrap did they discover beyond what they already had picked up.
"No use going any further," announced the guide.
"Well, this is a fine predicament," decided Professor Zepplin.
"Nice mess," agreed Ned Rector.
"I want my pants," wailed Stacy.