"No use my try to sleep 'til Major he come," he muttered, and settled himself to wait.
It was not long.
Presently some one approached on a run, and a broad grin overspread the chauffeur's features. The Major had not delayed his escape long enough to don his trousers even; he had grabbed his belongings in both arms and fled in his blue and white striped undergarments.
Wampus leaped down and lifted the flap of the tent. The Major paused long enough in the moonlight to stare at the chauffeur and say sternly:
"If you utter one syllable, you rascal, I'll punch your head!"
Wampus was discreet. He said not a word.
CHAPTER XVII
YELLOW POPPIES
"So this is California!" exclaimed Patsy gleefully, as the automobile left Parker and crossed the Arizona line.
"But it doesn't look any different," said Myrtle, peering out of the window.