"Well, I wonder what will happen to-night," said Tad, as they finished the evening meal.
"Let us hope that it will be nothing more serious than pleasant dreams," smiled Professor Zepplin.
"That means you, Chunky," nodded Ned. "You are not to have the nightmare to-night, remember."
"And you look out for your tootsie-wootsies," retorted Chunky.
"We shall have to take a long ride to-morrow," announced the guide.
"Why to-morrow?" asked Ned.
"It is all of twenty miles to the next water hole, or where the next water hole should be. One cannot depend upon anything in this country."
"Haven't we enough water with us?" asked the Professor.
"Enough to last us through to-morrow—that's all. We shall have to get water at night; so, if we have no interruptions during the night, we shall make another early start."
"Stacy, see to it that you do not lose your trousers this time. We don't wish to be disgraced by you again to-morrow," warned Ned.