"Whose turn is it to get breakfast?" questioned Ned.
"What little there is to get I will attend to," said Tad. "We are long on experience but short on food."
Still, breakfast was a cheerful meal, even though all were still wet, their muscles stiffened from sleeping in puddles, from which they were obliged to dip the water for their coffee. They enjoyed the meal just as much as if it had been a banquet, however.
Dad's face did not reflect the general joy that was apparent on the faces of the others. Tad observed this, but made no comment. Finally Stacy Brown discovered something of the sort, too.
"Dad, you've got a grouch on this lovely morning," said Stacy.
"No, I never have a grouch."
"Your whiskers are rising. I thought you had."
"I'd rather have my whiskers standing out some of the time than to have my tongue hanging out all of the time," replied the guide witheringly.
"I guess that will be about all for you, Chunky," jeered Ned.
"Do we start as soon as we have finished here?" asked the Professor of
Nance.