"Where are we going to make camp, Professor?"
"Tad will decide that," answered Professor Zepplin without looking back.
"Near a stream, of course," answered Butler.
"Any mosquitoes there?" demanded Stacy.
"No odds, if there are," retorted Ned. "They wouldn't bite you."
"Not if they had got at you first," returned Stacy solemnly. "There's a level place in there by the creek."
"I see it. I'll ride on and have a closer look at it."
Butler spurred his pony ahead of the others. Reaching the foothills of the range he shaded his eyes, gazing up into the cool, green valley or canyon that led into the mountains.
"I guess this will do very well, boys," he said. "I—-"
Bang!