"It's my opinion that there's something going on around these diggings," declared Chunky as they were sitting about the campfire one evening.
"There is no doubt about that," replied Tad. "If you can find out just what is going on you will be doing the Pony Rider Boys, as an association, a real service."
"I had a dream last night," began Chunky.
"Did you dream that you were living in marble halls?" chuckled Rector.
"No, I couldn't dream anything so pleasant when you were snoring in the next tent. I've had the same dream for three nights running. And, fellows, it was an awful dream. I know it means trouble for someone."
"Well, what was your dream?" asked Tad.
"I don't want to hear it if it is another of your old chestnuts," declared Ned.
"Go on, tell it, Chunky," urged Walter.
"It was a terrible dream," replied the fat boy in a deep, thrilling voice.
"Well, well, surely it couldn't have been any more terrible than this suspense," interrupted Butler.