“Not until he is so full that he can’t wiggle. I know how it is. I have been blessed with a fair to middling appetite all my life,” said Hippy.
The fat boy still caught trout and ate on undisturbed, but there soon came a time when Nature rebelled and Stacy rolled over on his back and lay gazing up at the white drifting clouds.
“He has finished. I thank the kind fates for that,” declared Elfreda in a relieved tone.
“Helpless,” nodded Tom.
“Don’t be too positive about that. You folks do not yet know that boy’s capacity,” averred Emma.
“You think so, eh? You think I have eaten until I can hardly roll over?” demanded Stacy. “I reckon I’m not quite the glutton you try to make me out. I’m not. I’ve just been making a monkey out of you folks. Here’s more than half the fish I caught and cooked, hidden under my coat. Now, smarties, what have you got to say?”
The Overland Riders looked at each other, then burst into peals of laughter.
“I now move that we go over to the Thumb Lunch Station and get some real food,” finished Chunky, getting up and winding the line neatly on the end of his fishing pole.
CHAPTER XX
WONDERS OF THE GRAND CANYON