"You will be dry in a few moments in this hot sun," interposed the professor.
"I don't want to be dry."
"Then jump in again," suggested Butler. "Anyhow, you've missed your dinner."
"I—-I've—-what?"
"Missed your dinner."
Chunky's gaze wandered from the camp fire to the dishes and provisions that already were being packed preparatory to moving on.
"I want my dinner," he wailed.
"Dinner is finished, young man," replied the professor severely. "You should be on hand when meals are being served. There is no second table in this outfit, except for good and sufficient reasons."
"My reasons are good. I—-I fell in, I did. And—-say, why didn't you fellows wake me up?" demanded the fat boy, a sudden suspicion entering his mind. He began to understand that a trick had been played upon him. "What'd you let me sleep for?"
"Because you were sleepy," answered Ned Rector solemnly.