“Yes,” answered White, smiling. “You will hear them, and after their arrival there will be little sleep in this outfit.”
Hippy decided to remain on watch with the guide.
“Oh, Mr. Brown!”
Stacy, on his way to his tent, halted at the guide’s call.
“Well, what is it?”
“Suppose you come over and tell us about it, so that we may laugh at the joke, too.”
All eyes were turned on the fat boy.
“I’m going to bed,” protested Stacy sourly.
“Not now you are not,” decided Hippy sternly. “You come here. Now, Mr. White, go on with the entertainment. I suspect we are going to hear something. In fact, I already have a sneaking suspicion that there has been something shady in this bear affair.”
“Where did you get the stuff?” began White.