CHUNKY GETS THE CAT
"Wake up, fellows! The sun is up!" shouted Tad Butler, as Sunday morning dawned bright and beautiful, the birds now making the mountains ring with their joyous songs.
The Pony Riders rose up, rubbing their eyes sleepily.
"What time is it?" asked Ned Rector.
"Half-past six."
"Too early to sing. I refuse to sit on a bough and sing at any such unearthly hour."
"Huh! I should say so," agreed Stacy Brown, turning over and burying his face in the fragrant green boughs of his cot.
Still, the boys had no patience with Chunky's dislike to early rising, even though they themselves were not averse to a morning cat-nap. With a yell, they tumbled from their cots, descending upon Chunky in a bunch, pulling him from his bed without regard to the way in which they did so. His ill-natured protests went for nothing.
"I wonder where the guide is?" asked Walter, after they had thoroughly awakened their companion.
"Probably gone gunning for our breakfast," answered Tad.