"'Cause they're inside of me."
"Now, now, now!" warned Ned. "You haven't chewed that hard sugar down this quick. I know better than that."
"No, I swallowed the lumps whole when you fellows jumped on me. Nearly choked me to death, 'cause one of 'em got stuck in my throat," Chunky explained.
Tad, in the meantime, had been busy gathering up the scattered provisions.
"Get to work, young gentlemen. Straighten up the camp," commanded the Professor.
"Don't we get any lunch?" begged Stacy.
"You're full of sugar. You don't need anything else," replied Walter.
"When you have set the outfit to rights, we'll all sit down and eat like civilized beings," asserted the Professor, with emphasis.
"Civilized beings making a meal on pigs' feet! Huh!" grumbled Chunky, picking up a can of tomatoes, then throwing it down again. After this, he slipped around to the opposite side of the tent. Crawling in under the fly he promptly went to sleep, the others being so busy that they had not observed his act.
The next Stacy knew was when he awakened to find himself being hauled out by one leg.