"Put fat boy in," commanded the Kohot. "Take um clothes off."
Chunky demurred feebly at this. The Professor glanced at Dad inquiringly.
Dad nodded, grinning from ear to ear.
"It's a sort of Russo-Turkish bath. It'll do him good. Wouldn't mind one myself right now," said Nance.
"All right, boys, fix him up and get him in."
"Dress him down, you mean," chuckled Ned.
At a word from the chief the squaws stumped listlessly to their ha-was and were seen no more for some time. About this time the Medicine man, a tall, angular, eagle-eyed Havasu, appeared on the scene, examining the to-hol-woh critically.
"What shall we do with him now?" called Tad, after they had stripped off all of Chunky's clothes except his underwear.
"Chuck him in," ordered the guide.
The Pony Rider Boys were filled with unholy glee at the prospect. They picked up the limp form of their companion, Stacy being too sick to offer more than faint, feeble protests. They tumbled him into what Ned called "The Hole In The Wall."
By this time the hot stones in the enclosure had raised the temperature of the to-hol-woh considerably. Stacy did not realize how hot it was at first, but he was destined to learn more about it a few minutes later.