"Or perhaps he didn't like it in bed with me, and went in with his mother and Margy," thought Mr. Bunker.
Mrs. Bunker's berth was right across the aisle from the one in which Mr. Bunker had been sleeping with Mun Bun, and, putting on a bath robe, Mr. Bunker pushed back the curtains in front of his berth, and opened those of the one where his wife was sleeping.
"Amy! Amy!" he whispered, his lips close to her ear so as not to awaken the other passengers on either side. "Amy! is Mun Bun here with you?"
"What's the matter?" asked Mrs. Bunker, waking up suddenly.
"I woke up just now and I can't find Mun Bun. Is he in here?"
CHAPTER VII
AT THREE STAR RANCH
But as Mr. Bunker parted the curtains over his wife's berth, and looked inside, he saw, by the dim light that streamed in, that Mun Bun was not with her. There was Margy, quietly sleeping with her mother, but no Mun Bun.
"What could have happened to him?" asked Mrs. Bunker, sitting up in bed. She looked at her husband. "Where is Mun Bun?" she asked.