"I know what I'll do when I get home," he said.
"So do I," laughed Tad.
"Well, what'll I do, if you know so much about it?"
"Why, you will puff out your chest and strut up and down Main Street for the edification of the natives of Chillicothe," answered Tad.
"That's what he'll do, for sure," jeered Ned. "But we'll be on hand to take him down a peg or two. Don't you forget that, Chunky."
Joking and enjoying themselves to the fullest, these brown-faced, hardy young travelers continued on, making camp that night by the roaring river, reaching Camp Butler the following forenoon.
Chow, the half breed pack-train man, met them with a long face. The party saw at once that something was wrong.
"What's happened?" snapped Nance.
"The dogs."
"What about them? Speak up."